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.)
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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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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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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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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awesome poem vj! well said!
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Thanks!
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