This mirror as I stare,
Cracked and aging,
so musty I cannot believe.
So many times I wipe
away the mildew,
so light restricting this web it does weave.
Agonising my cries,
while these crow footed eyes,
reach out to grab at my ears.
But within her womb grows,
my daughter she knows,
her childhood leaves with a tear.
As my cracks aging,
my dreams all are fading,
replaced with a newer found hope.
No longer the parties,
and childhood arties,
is gifted this unending rope.
Within this crude circle,
no longer a turtle,
I finally stretch my neck out to see.
Within all this strife,
to hold back my time worn life,
I have created a thing of beauty.
A contest entry
- NOW PRE-WRITES Aging ~~ Birthdays are NOT optional ?!?! ~~ L@@K by Melissa Burns.
300 points, ended August 21, 2008, 9 entries
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