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When I am grey and old and full of weakness
and nodding in my chair-  my book forgotten
it will be in memories I dwell . . . 

and in sorrow borrowed from teardrops I will go
to moments of love that were once beautiful
and to forever grief that haunts me still
I will wander the corridors of time . . . 

gathering up all my fallen tears over the years
so many I could fill the ocean blue
I will linger in the place I was a little girl
when I was innocent and the world had not touched me
until I met death on a winter day . . . .

death ripped away my sister-   too young to die
and every person loved in time
even my baby boy . . . 

I see me old full of weeping tears reading all the names
on a grave marker listing all my beloved taken
oh the faces will be changing and I will be crying
leaving this place and I will go back to my childhood

to when I am a small girl holding my teddybear
and walking-    where is father I should be holding
his hand -
grandma is telling me a story and I watch her lips
mother is smiling  at me then she is slowly fading  away
and I am calling for her loudly, "mommy, MOMMY . . . "

then, I am brushing falling tears away- 
I am a young woman
looking down at my mother in her coffin bed 
then, the story begins again - 
                          the rehearsal is now . . . .

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January 23, 2018


Poetry/Free Verse/Sorrow borrowed from Teardrops
Copyright Protected, ID 18-9856-25-01
All Rights Reserved.  Written Under Pseudonym.



Written for the contest, One In Five
sponsor, Joseph May

Theme chosen - #3 Sorrow borrowed from Teardops

Second Place

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