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The Garden |
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Word Weaver Member
since 2011-03-06
Posts 437California, USA 
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She sits in her garden of yesterdays listening for the crunch of gravel beyond the bend in the road. A hat with ribbons fading shielding her face her hands resting in her lap and she waits and listens. The birds singing in the orchard go unheard. She hears only the swish of tires on the highway below the hill where she resides, in a fortress from the world. Each evening she prepares a dinner with care for two and eats alone reading his letters over and over the pages worn. When she's able she sleeps her last thought of the day, her prayer, maybe tomorrow passers by won't see her sitting in the garden waiting and listening. |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
Your poem touched my heart Word Weaver. Thank you, Ebonygirl |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Sad poem, very much so, Marcia. I hope the lady in the poem will wake up one morning soon and look to the dawning of the new day as an omen to finish the rest of her life looking forward, rather than backward. ~ Money can't buy happiness, but broke can't buy anything. ~ |
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Prasad Nataraj Senior Member
since 2008-05-29
Posts 1149Bangalore,India |
Paints stressful picture of that person, hope keeps everyone alive. Fine writing. "The secret behind survival of mankind is kindness and love within our hearts" |
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