Have you seen her – the child we lost, the one who lost herself? born to a sister breasts not yet ripe for motherhood’s call
Originally posted on One Woman's Quest:
I have no words that will change your plight. I cannot undo the past nor change the course…
mind regresses in the aftershock – tremors of misspent devotion reverberate suffocating debris teenage hearts caught in the quake – a marital schism – plucked
You think she’d learn – collects boyfriends like other girls amass makeup; always thrilling at the start the objectified male’s influence sticking; believes in commitment
(I penned the following poem on the occasion of my son and daughter-in law’s recent wedding celebration. To read more about the ceremony, visit :
We converse in actions, words inaccessible – have not been schooled in dialogues for two. His clutter spreads, pronounce’s a kingly presence, commands attention, oppresses.