Open Poetry #36 |
Dawn... |
Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
Take my hand and with me stand, …beside a window lit, with the glow of long ago, …we’ll stay for just a bit, and gaze upon a girl named Dawn …at a table crying, at age eleven, thoughts of heaven, …doesn’t ease a mother’s dying, and then reprieve, for we shall leave, …we’ll cross the years until, again we stand, still hand in hand, …at another window’s sill,. In a chair, young mother there, …in silence has been weeping, while a little girl with auburn curl, …lays down the hall a sleeping. Thirty years, a million tears, …since a mother leaves, Now she is grown, child of her own, …and still inside she grieves. The window’s locked, our entry blocked, …and so she cries alone, Once a child by death defiled, …and so she cries alone. I turn to you, with eyes so blue, …alas, you have departed, I see you there, upon her chair, …alone and broken-hearted. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
oh dear this is so sad |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
This, Sir, speaks through generations of ignorance of what can be done if there were education for those that reach... at least, Tim, that is what it says to me. Thank you for your depth and insight... and sharing. |
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Juju Member Elite
since 2003-12-29
Posts 3429In your dreams |
OUh This one hurts. Juju - 1.) a magic charm or fetish 2.)Magic 3.)A taboo connected woth the use of magic |
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