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.
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.
Author notes
Thoughts on the future past-tense
Added to rhyme and rhythm group in hopes someone could help me even out the jagged edges. Not sure the flow is what it should be.
Comments
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Nice..
...it seemed as though the writer was herslf unsure whether she wished to maintain a good rolling metre and rhyme, or not. The result, in any event, was a pleasing mish-mash, which suited the back-to-front narrative
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Excellent
What a terrific write. So very well done. And some great rhyme. Best of luck in the contest

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I liked ..
the way you rhymed this, then deliberately didn't rhyme the last line in each verse. From youth to old age this rhyme flowed nicely, very nice indeed.

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I can identify with this ....I'm the same age as you..ha!!!
Another wonderful read with nothing out of place, there are so many favourite lines...I love EVERYTHING!!!
Lulu

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"she was always searching for
a little less, or something more." I really like these two lines. For some reason they call to my heart ... the rhyme is great as always. You never disappoint. -
very well written and touching poem. good job.
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Lovely write poet!


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