A dream was dreamt, the future foretold,
as life unravelled, fates controlled,
An Angel summoned, to the divine consciousness,
unjust we watch, pleading minds competence.
As time unwinds, with a gift replaced,
a son, yet the reflection of his mother's face.
Innocence nurtured from family branches,
a broken heart, with memories embraced.
Understanding gained, as thoughts are clarified,
Once answers sot, now feelings mystified.
A gift I was given, only now I comprehend
To say my goodbye, as she transcends.
For I was the dreamer, the brother,
the fortune teller.
Forever in my thoughts, I miss you.
Author notes
To my Sister Angela...
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt...Not A PIF. by Poetryintheblood.
625 points, ended November 26, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Awww so sad, I think. The child lives but the mother passes on. Yet, she wiklling gives her life for her child.
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how beautiful.
this is so well written.
i love the emotion pouring from every word!
i enjoyed reading this, thanks so much for sharing.
your Faerie
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Thank you for your most beautifully expressed entry, Josie
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