poem: Through the window

Through the window

 

I watch two mourning doves
sit in the tree far apart
'tis the cold of winter
it nearly breaks my heart

 

Would it be too hard for them
to sit upon the same branch
and keep each other warm
perhaps reduce  the draft

My son, not far away
won't turn to look at me
even though we are  perched
both here in this same tree

 

Hawk circles overhead
as shadow of its wings
pass over the two of us
alone and solitary



The shrill of her call pierces
through the cold and silent air
of her presence and danger
we are well aware

 

 Must we stay so far apart
as we sit up in this tree?
Which of us will be her prey
My son? No, let it be me.

 

 

 

apart

yet

in

the

same

tree

young hearts..

young hearts ..

two people in love? it couldnt have been. young hearts, young minds, nobody seen. Her belly grows, Everything is okay. He cheats, she cries, then runs away. She's all alone now, with nowhere to turn. She's way to young, theres so much to learn. Her belly grows more each day. second thoughts, is there another way? Baby born, so tiny and new. she whispers quietly "i love you" She looks into her baby's eyes. The love inside her suddenly dies. She kisses her baby one last time. She knew she had to say goodbye. Her tears fell as she walked away. Hoping to see her baby again someday. The baby cries, all alone. As she waits for someone to take her home. People come, but who are they? strangers just came and took her away. The baby grows, but somethings wrong. The little girl does not belong. She knows there's something not quite right. She dreams of her face every night. Her parents tell her, "your special to us" "and there's no need to make a fuss." She goes through life broken and alone. Still waiting for someone to take her home. She knew there was someone that had a peice of her heart. This person stole it when they got ripped apart. She needed to find her. She tried really hard. But it broke her down and left her scarred. So many nights, she would lay there and cry. The life was drained right from her eyes. She got lucky one day, and thats when she knew. her searching was over, her wish had came true. She found her way back to where she belonged. With both of her parents, she got to go home. But thats when she realized it won't be the same. She missed out on everything, but theres no one to blame. She tries to be grateful, and is most the time. But these were my parents, they were soposed to be mine. Its not fair and will never be. Im just happy i can love you, and you can love me.

February 24, 2009, 11:04:19 pm

copied with permission from author:

BrokenButterfly

Poem to "My Lost Loved One"

I am standing here in darkness of night.

Surrounding me are trees and vines, 

Coldness and fright.

 

There is a dense fog encircling me.

It covers the ground, 

Swirls around the trees.

 

A fog of thoughts and memories

It chills my skin, 

Makes it impossible to see.

 

How did I get to this haunting place?

Alone, I look around 

But no footprints can be traced.

 

Mocking voices carry thru the air

“You know what you did- 

Did you know it would lead you here?”

 

Why is it I keep hearing his name?

I echo the sounds, 

Crying out to him just the same?

 

I listen intently to hear a reply.

None is returned. 

Of course not! That part of me has died.

 

The sting of truth, the pain it inflicts

I should have held on to you 

Instead I released my grip.

 

My heart, it aches like never before.

The pain is intense. 

I can’t believe they closed the door.

 

In my anger and pain I furiously swing.

Trying to ward off 

Taunting thoughts attacking my brain.

 

It's of null affect on this fog in the dark

I sink to the ground 

From the weight of grief overtaking my heart.

 

My little boy, little boy, my firstborn son

I let go of you 

When I should have brought you home.