Take Me Tenderly
She walked into the living room,
and there he was.....
Deceased.....on the floor.
The man who taught her to be
herself, was gone forever more.
She lit a candle in her soul, to always
be herself.
And now the candle flickered....
No more great books of the Western
World?
Those years they studied Aristotle and
Plato's Republic?
He was gone, she was still here.
Her wedding ring, sparkled in the
moonlight.
She smiled, knowing he was speaking
in God's ear.
For the rest of her life, she had many
battles to face and knew her imprint
on life would be far from small.
So as the days of her life now end, she
Is supremely grateful.
She knew ...to be different, costs!
To be one of the crowd....far easier.
But they had made a pact to speak
out when things were wrong!
He might be gone, but she went on
through life.
Much like the Olympic Runner with a
torch, shinning bright.
Forever calling out wrongs and making
things right.
Her shroud awaits her, but in fear she
will not live.
But be herself fully,in spite of any and
all missives.
The friends that leave, she had to forget.
As she walked on life's rocky parapet.
It may be time for her Poetry to end,
She and her works, so obviously disliked.
But since when did that stop her?
She was far from a childish, shy tyke!
7/28/2021
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~Dedication to my love and fellow liberator~
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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