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.:Awaiting Dawn:.:Enigma:. First Half

The Small Girl would Once Reside in a Different Home,
In the Place where She was Born,
At Three Years of Age.
She was Asleep in the Darkest Hour of the
Damp Night,
As the Twilight Sky would Cry of 
Gentle Rain Drops Onto the Dry Desert. .
She Knew that her Mother became ill,
And on some Days, this illness would be of a Reminder.
Although that be All She was Told of it.
Her Eyes would Open in the Moments
She Heard the Voices of Her Parents
Near the Vicinity of Her Door,
Their Sounds were to a Whisper.
She Felt a Wave. .that something was in Terrible Amiss,
Her Mother would Say Words that were very Firm,
Though She Failed to Follow what She had Spoken. .
She Sensed the Slight Fear in Her Father at the Arise of Her Sentence.
There was a Silence, Until Her Mother Spoke. .
Her Words so Tender. .The Softest it has ever been,
The Softest She has ever Heard. .
Another Silence as She Suddenly became Aware
That Her Father was Hesitant of a Response, but Soon,
He would Say Clearly. .yet Bothered,
“All right. .okay. .”
The Last. .and Only Words She would Comprehend from 
Their Mysterious Talk. .
Moments Later, the Sounds of Keys Grew Audible in Her Ears,
Then a Small Crack to Her Door, it was Her Mother. .
In the Darkness, Her Body looked Only of a Shadow
As She Sauntered Near to Her Daughter’s Bed. .
Kneeling Down at the Side of it.
She Stared Directly into Her Eyes; She would do the same,
For they Held much of a Strong Communication through this,
On a Farther Depth then Usual.
She then would Tell Her, in a Serene Tone,
With Her Hand Near to Her Heart,

“You will always be my daughter. .in spirit, and I will forever be 
Your mother. .in spirit. .I will always see you in my heart. .
And you will forever feel me in yours. .
Any place you go, and all that you do. .
I will follow you. .”

Her Words would Resonate. .
As if they were Spoken by the Essence of Her Spirit Alone.
Her Mother Lifted Herself from the Place where She would sit. .
Departing from Her Room,
There was Sign that Her Walking Grew Steady 
When She watched Her Leave, Almost to 
Hide that She was Slightly Weary,
In Spite of this, Her Strength was enough to Endure.

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  1. Date: 6/12/2010 3:17:00 AM

    oh wow, Lynette--this sure is a gripping write, and written so beautifully too--I'd have to go see the next part now...

  1. Date: 6/6/2010 6:37:00 AM

    OH so touching words Lynette .. a tense story of deep luv and care between two souls joined forever... luv the dialogue ..it makes the poem stand out brilliantly.. onto to part two..luv.. Linda-Marie..

  1. Date: 6/1/2010 11:52:00 PM

    Smile! Very engrossing and extremely well written verse hear dear lady!! Smile, I am truly loking forward to the conclusion of this suspenseful it seems moment here....Smile, so I must go find out, what lies on the other side, of this creative and lovely and pretty mind of Yours--Love, John!:)

  1. Date: 6/1/2010 7:39:00 PM

    wow, you have started us on a journey here, Lynette. I better turn the page to see where this very descriptive story is leading. . . .

  1. Date: 6/1/2010 3:05:00 PM

    Hey, LYnette , thanks for commenting to my poem today. I want to take time to really read this and I have to get upstairs . SOmeone fixing my dishwasher and I think they are just about done!! thanks for reading my sloth poem. LUv, andrea

  1. Date: 5/31/2010 4:32:00 PM

    the deed is done in here Lynette, seems as if to grown up where fighting. Someone has to explain to that poor child why moomy can not be there. Emotional, to much if you read it out loud, got to go read me part two. Maybe it gets better. Hope you are enjoying your self,..p.d.

  1. Date: 5/31/2010 4:24:00 AM

    So far so good U captured every moment in fine detail. Lynette you are poundering a lot of emotions on your fine enigma story. Sad the first memories of the little 1. Torment on the mothers soul for having to walk out like that. Very mysterious at first than I followed who picked up the keys at the end. Lovely my dear, keep up the baffling in your poetry U have everyone thinking it is reality. 2 some it may B. 2 me it is U leting your mind wonder into a childs sad memories,,IRMA

  1. Date: 5/30/2010 10:29:00 PM

    SAD..): bUfFy

  1. Date: 5/30/2010 6:25:00 PM

    This is so beautiful and touching Lynette. Agape, Moses

  1. Date: 5/30/2010 5:42:00 PM

    very moving poem, enjoyed, great work!!

  1. Date: 5/30/2010 5:20:00 PM

    Sad write that leaves one going well is the mother dying or is she leaving for another lover or is she just leaving ....Keep the creative pen flowing..Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my work...Sara

  1. Date: 5/30/2010 3:31:00 PM

    What an interesting and moving narrative, Lynette. I must see how it ends in part 2. The mother was obviously preparing her daugher for the worst, but her words of comfort were to be remembered. Love, Carolyn