A mother wakes moments
before her baby’s cry, or
reaches with loving arms
just as her toddler stumbles.
Call it instinct, or premonition.
A sister calls in timely fashion
was feeling a little concerned,
or arrives with tea just when
a break is exactly what’s needed.
Call it instinct, or premonition.
A daughter rushes to
her mother’s side , senses
the unanswered calls
are more than busyness.
Call it instinct, or premonition.
Then, why when he cheated –
flaunted his courtships
with self-righteous bravado –
did I miss all the signs?
Denial negates instinct,
negates premonition.
(The Daily Post prompt is premonition.)
awesome poem vj! well said!
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Thanks!
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Powerful, V.J.. We often miss that which we do not want to believe ❤
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We do, sadly.
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Oh boy, do I relate to this one! We don’t want to believe we could be so betrayed…or “stupid”, as I felt.
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I felt stupid too…but we move on, thank goodness.
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Yes, thank goodness!! And aren’t we both much, much wiser now!
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PS: I forgot to tell you how much I love your glasses frames!!
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Thanks! They are hand painted – a luxury I bought myself when I was bed-ridden. We have to keep up our funk, lol.
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Hand painted–wow! Yes, luxuries are necessary from time to time!
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Great piece! Makes me think awhile 😊
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Sorry, Diana. Didn’t mean to insert anxiety.
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Ha, I’m fine and thanks for your creativity V.J!
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Well framed. Like many people, we don’t want to believe what we sense is true if the answer is disturbing.
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So true!
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