Looking down on the world,
She misses them,
The man she's always loved,
The children borne of that love.
What she wouldn't give,
Lord she asks,
To hold them,
Just once again.
Why she cries,
Does the moon pillow them,
Can the sun kiss them,
And I can not?
Please,
Dear Lord,
Just a moment,
Let me caress my loves.
Tears rolling,
Raindrops falling,
The Lord cries,
And nods his head.
Holding the world,
Turned to her,
He offers the chance,
To scoop up her family.
With tender hands,
A gentle heart,
She cradles them,
Blowing kisses lightly.
The glow of her joy,
Her heart swells,
Her love goes on,
Even after she has gone.
Watching them,
Each moment of the day,
She guides them,
With a loving hand,
She is their guardian.
Author notes
Sugah Bear
A contest entry
- Second Chances, the Rounds That Never End (Invite only) [#3] by Lady-Pegasus.
900 points, ended July 21, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Oh this is nicely put. You have utilized the picture very well in that it adds and fits totally.
Well done.
tender-butterfly
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Thank you for your contest submission as well as for following the rules. This is a sweet and tender inspiration you have written from the picture.
Best of luck in this and all of your endeavors. 
Hetohke'e 
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very good
Great piece from u dear friend and poet. I love the message which is so clear. The simplicity in the choice of your words, this is a wonderful poem. Keep this up dear poet. I love it.
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