A Secret
Tucked in a box of memories
is a smile lost long, long, ago.
Tattered by the harshest of winds
left buried beneath the winter's snow;
is a smile lost long, long, ago.
A tear that never ever fell,
Left buried beneath the winter's snow.
A secret pain, she could not tell.
A tear that never, ever, fell;
tattered by the harshest of winds,
a secret pain she could not tell,
tucked in a box of memories.
Held delicately in tissue
like a soft touch from God’s own hand;
the snapshot of mother and child.
An unplanned memory returned
like a soft touch from God's own hand.
Time sweeps every thought away.
An unplanned memory returned,
newborn on winter's coldest day.
Time sweeps every thought away -
the snapshot of mother and child,
newborn on winter's coldest day
held delicately in tissue.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2014
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