She Sits Alone
She Sits Alone
She dresses the park with her eyes,
imagining babies,
clad in blue bonnets,
peering pinks,
discovering nature,
and the bosom of life,
mother's milk sill fresh
on babies lips.
Laughter and play rising
from the bristling grass,
as parent's faces beam.
So tailored the moment
sans her demons and ghosts,
her failed marriage,
altering her makeup
and a park full of her dreams
of babies playing.
Her heart pools yearning of pain.
She sits alone, now, pondering
him and Him,
as her tearing eyes look down
at her dress-ups.
connie pachecho
8/10/17
Inspired to write after reading the entries to
"She Sits Alone" contest.
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