She had dreams and crazy plans,
but nothing really very grand,
she was always searching for
a little less, or something more.
She dreamed of patriotic things
the way a dying soldier dreams
and gave her heart away too many times.
I can see her sitting in a chair
trying to bridge the absence with a prayer,
gently calming babies cries,
brushing tears from youthful eyes,
trying to reach a helping hand,
trying so hard to understand,
even though she'd forgotten some along the way.
I can see the mother in her, I know,
I can feel the ache she felt, letting go.
Reaching out and reaching up,
trying so hard to reach and touch.
Ah, but I think she did it well,
maneuvered through the second stage of Hell,
'til she reached a place she thought she understood.
Now, I see her growing old,
reaching for two hands to hold,
sharing glimpses of the past,
faded pictures under glass,
and I wonder if she's thinking of
how much hurt is healed by love,
and just how much time changes everything.
A contest entry
- #69 For my favorites or anyone that has me on theirs. by daviscth.
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Comments
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Thank you so much for the Gold and your kind comments. I am honored.
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not much I can find to critique on this one. I like everything about it even though it is rather sad. thank you for your entry.
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the last line about time changing everything really got me. I think of that so much anymore and wish it didn't have to be like this at times.
. I really enjoyed reading this. It took me back a bit...
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