Silent nights
paint promises against the wind,
as time flies from within dreams of horror.
Children play on grounds of color
only to bring into bloom the road of dismay.
Torrential rains pour from dishonor,
as glades of pleasure
pile against all they’ve been taught.
Grandmother from mother,
in a whisk of an eye...
Sorrow floods with rivers edge,
breaking trusted bridges into pieces.
New life will emerge in time
to depend upon older promises.
Long forgotten innocents bleeds
tomorrows favorite remembrances...
Thinking out loud for a moment,
what was she thinking?
As new life grows within her child,
unexpectedly given...
In the end happy none the less
as new life grows...
Author notes
I just found out that I am going to be a grandmother...
Due Date Aug 8th 2009...
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