She

She was 
delight,
took just her smile 
to melt the cold
from their lost dreams,
in her palms she held,
everything, so it would seem.

She delivered on the
dark and dusted door
thier needs,
well in the corner of her world
she SCREAMED!!!!  
she SCREAMED!!!!

Clasped hands
around a pitied soul,
as she lays the body
bruised and soiled
but a hearty meal,
from a mothers toil.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Rhinem Avatar
March 27, 2009 at 3:09 AM
Smile~Hello Precious and Gifted Ann Anderson!:) This is a very intriguing write dear lady; openen to ones own interpretation, as to whom the subject as the write is truly about? For it could be your lovely self? Or, it could be many of whom you may admire? Either way; she seems like a very loving and caring lady! Perhaps a little over-drawn by the over burdenings of it all sometimes? Excellent depthful expression here dear Ann! Love your passion! Love always to You and yours always, John!:)
Ahmad Avatar
March 26, 2009 at 12:56 AM
A masterpiece! Truly great, words are less to express.... -Amaan
Anderson Avatar
March 15, 2009 at 4:46 AM
this poem makes me miss my mother but also appreciate her years of sacrifice. thank you
Higgins Avatar
March 14, 2009 at 11:55 AM
Very beautiful piece my friend..I love this from the opening stanza to the end...the ending is very strong...she should be respected and loved...well done.
Devonshire Avatar
March 14, 2009 at 10:33 AM
The images of your daughter are beautifully expressed, Ann. Nice work! Love, Carolyn
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