Shadow Child
This woman walks around
In the shadow of a child
And she scrambles to hold on
To the oats no longer wild
There were once so many dreams
Ran a time or two in clover
She got caught up in the dance
'Til the memories took over
Now the child that follows her
Is relentless in her pain
And she needs to be wrapped up
Rocked to sleep time and again
So this woman walks the world
Hoping for a saving grace
Listening for those little footsteps
Looking for that tender face
And her heart aches to remember
What her mind no longer does
That the grief she calls her shadow
Is the child that she once was
By Deb Wilson...Originally written March19,2010
Written for the contest Why Oh Why?
Sponsored by Constance~A Rambling Poet
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2010
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