Old Woman By the Shore

Whispers in her corridor voices over heard

Shouts of praise maybe laughing gas
She swings open her door to let light come in
Gone are the hazy days to frolic in the phrase
Stone walk ways through its ivy hedge lying dew

She just couldn't keep her mouth shut to save her soul

Talk of the town that was until she fell ill
Now deep within her thought she ponders her past
Reflections come to those who choose
Truth to her was revealed through a barbed wire fence with dent

Setting her melodic soul full force in a trance

Always thinking of her long lost son who ran away sense

Then one dreary day a knock came at her door
Lest that she shall implore some other way
Behind the door stood a tall man
Looking for warmth inside for he was a tramp

Her first impression was to send the man to camp

For many years have passed still having a reason to grasp
Old woman by the shore lest I implore
Yet give life time
We never know what's around the corner

In time she gathers her senses and approaches the man

His sad face had an unfashionable embrace
A lone trace and a thoughtful warm trace
A closer look and she soon realizes without any surprises
For it was none other then her own flesh & blood

It was his eyes does it come at any big enough surprise

Brown just like her's
With questions that she once heard
A plot of land brought back his memories
A mark on the tree would set the story free

After questions passed they both had every reason to grasp

Happy as a lark her face look straight to the ocean
The reunion with her son
Was a heaven sent magical potion
Through darkened asps with briars in rhetoric strange decorum

A morning has broken and true light came flowing

With shadows torn in darkened circumstances
Heavenly father is a God of second chances!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Andresen Avatar
January 23, 2012 at 11:43 AM
Lovely poem Mario....humanity in 2012. - oxox love Anne-Lise
Squyres Avatar
January 23, 2012 at 11:20 AM
What an enjoyable read !! It had suspense, drama...tenderness...awakening the senses. Thanks for sharing !!
Amadore Avatar
January 23, 2012 at 10:38 AM
I certainly liked much of your poem and appreciated your sometimes unique phrasing and word positioning...your keen observations and attention-capturing language are marvelous. I would not have kept your final two lines, but would have ended the poem with the "A morning has broken..." line. But this is your poem, not mine. Very creative work.
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