On Sunday, I sit in a church,
awaiting a moment with a close freind.
excitement, a tightening in my chest,
her emotions she never has to defend.
Today, you see, is a very special day,
a glimpse of her past gone by.
a frozen moment,words were exchanged,
she looked so proud, I was ready to cry!
I wasn't looking for GOD that day,
yes, my life is filled with tiny white lies.
but on this day, my eyes did gaze,
upon an angel in disguise.
I held my breathe in astonishment,
like telling a secret, but forgetting the clue.
fletting glances while hymns were sung,
it's amazing how much she looks like you.
We walked about her old neighborhood after,
memories, carelessly left alone to die.
your ghosts came out to greet you,
but you were just to strong to cry!
Old wounds, cut open from the past,
a terrifying look back in time.
no excuses, no chance to explain,
just suppress another horrible crime.
There is not much i believe in,
but a mother's love is true.
she is beautiful, wrapped in innocence,
and yes, she looks just like you!!
Author notes
This is for you and your beautiful daughter,Pookie.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Complex!
First off, its odd how I just posted a new poem with the exact opposite name! lolz, Its called Not Like You. Great minds think opposite! haha
Anyway, this poem seems very complex to me in that I re-read it several times and each time got a different meaning or idea out of it. That's wonderful. That makes it so that each person that reads it can take something out of it that may relate to their situation. This is a beautiful poem! Wonderful job!
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Wow
You captured a very important in that poem, it flowed out so beutifuly I almost cried. Wonderful wonderful, write
language: 5, rhythm: 5, subject: 5, tone: 5, form: 5.
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