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In Response To My First Poem
The Dream Lingers I meander past a rippling stream, my hair blowing in the wild wind; was that my name being called, softly. did it sigh in the tangled trees above, I whirl and swirl to only bird songs; my name is but an echo, fading. mother, where are you mother, wait, wait I am coming, wait for me; but only silence sighs, whispering. I wake suddenly in my hospital bed, lost in a sea of pain drifting; gasping and struggling, breathing. I was lost in a vivid dream, where I was searching and seeking; then I lay still in my bed, moaning. In Response I saw you lost in the forest daughter, so many times I have reached for you; but this time, my child, you were dying. I called your name to come to me, oh sweet joy, we would be united again; but the Lord put his hand on my hand. not yet, mother, she has things to do, sadly, I turned away and my call faded; just an echo in the tangled trees, a murmur. in your hospital bed you were moaning, so I lay down beside you and held you; just like I did when you were my little girl. and in your pain I was that voice pleading, wake up my darling, life is waiting; you have places to go and things to do. then, slowly, you opened your eyes, and I rose up to the sky where I belong; but my sweet daughter, I am a whisper away. _______________________ September 27, 2015 Verse For the contest, A Response To Your First Poem, sponsor, Silent One FIRST PLACE
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