Open Poetry #12 |
Particles of dust |
walker Member Elite
since 2001-02-11
Posts 2240Florida |
A ray of sun, found me crying in my sleep. Its warmth, caressed my spirit. I stretched,and sparked an explosion of dust particles to dance in the ray of sun. This triggered, a distance memory. And I was transported to my mother's loving arms. I was three, she cradled me in her arms. Her soft touch, kissed my soul. And just for a moment, her eyes belong only to me. I smiled, my heart was content, I knew at that moment, that I had always been wanted. Millions of dust particles danced around me, reminding me that, I was loved. |
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doreen peri Member Elite
since 1999-05-25
Posts 3812Virginia |
there is nothing like memories and the warmth of a mother's love.... nicely said... |
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Poet deVine
Administrator
Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
This is a sweet, warm memory. We should all kick up a bit of this dust.... |
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