Days Gone Past

A love story,
One she kept within her,
One she hid in the forgotten place,
One she buried in the ocean of her heart,
But coming out in her last days,
They were unearthed in her final days,
She told the stories of her love tangle,
Of days they walked through the woods,
Of days they strolled by the seashore,
Of days they sat underneath the autumn trees,
Of days he brought home those special gifts,
She glowed as she reminisced on those days,
I asked to know what caused the breakup,
She said things changed when they started having children,
Their worlds pulled apart and further apart,
Until they could no longer stand on common ground,
Their priorities were no longer entwined, 
She shook her head as she talked about 
all the troubles they put their children through,
The hurt and the aches of separation,
Her foolishness of not embracing all of them,
Of not standing up to her motherly role,
She said she didn’t want to be held down,
She said she wanted to spread her wings,
She said her nonchalance cost her,
Her callous attitude cost her dearly,
For she lost two of her children,
They fell into depression and couldn’t deal with their demons,
Tears streamed down her eyes as she recalled,
She said she was thankful for the love and care shown to her by her only child left,
She said she knows she can't repay her but will always pray for her, 
This she consistently did,
Even till she passed on,
For she held her hand,
 muttered some words and smiled as she breathed her last,
Her daughter nodded and smiled,
Tears streamed down her face.





August 26, 2022.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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La France Avatar
August 26, 2022 at 8:13 AM
Thompson, such an emotional and beautifully penned poem, I love it ~
Emate Avatar
August 26, 2022 at 9:08 AM
Thank you, Constance. I'm glad you like it. It's partly a true story.
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