When She Was Young

When She Was Young
When she was young she would sleep 
holding her dreams in her hand next 
to her heart to protect them from being 
forgotten now that she is older she sleeps 
dreading to dream as her hands cannot hold 
them any longer.

When she was young her dreams had a meaning 
they lightened up her mornings opening her 
balcony to breath the fresh air to look towards 
the mountains and feel the sensation of climbing 
to the peak watch the other side & peep to the 
beauty she could reach out to,being younger & 
having the courage that tomorrow she can do it.

When she was young she was glad of life 
because it gave her the chance to fall in love 
to work to play to look at the stars.

Now that she is older she opens her balcony 
and sees a black fog hiding her view the mountains 
don't exist her hopes are mixed up there is a deep 
valley, the trees are withered the path is blocked 
the birds are screaming their nests are gone 
the grass is suffering because of the wind changed 
its direction running away taking everything 
that might still be alive.

If only she knew how getting older would feel 
when she was younger she would have intentionally 
grabbed each day by force and lived each moment 
instead of having to have lived only to give her 
whole existence to everybody, she would have had 
time to keep the mountains view look alive she 
would have kept seeing a clear path with no end 
she would have told the trees not to die she would 
have told the blowing wind to keep her birds nests alive
she would have asked her dream not to let her grow olde 
her dream answered her.
My friend if I could do that trust me I would have 
fulfilled your dream.
Yet, she loved when she was younger, 
she loves getting older, and she loves 
living today each Moment, Now.
 

 Therese Bacha
      5/2/13
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Kendrick Avatar
March 30, 2015 at 6:45 AM
Good to see your poem featured on home page today..Youth is wasted on the young..Sara
Daisy Avatar
June 23, 2015 at 2:11 AM
"Youth is wasted on the young" Couldn't have put it any better
Davis Avatar
September 29, 2013 at 11:06 PM
This is a very sentimental, deep, intriguing, honest, truthful, and thought provoking write. We all have dreams in life and sometimes they pass us by. We all want to live happily and sometimes bad things happen. nice job
Kendrick Avatar
February 18, 2013 at 1:36 PM
Dreams can be held onto to long and not dealt with in a good way..Great way of expressing the ideas of the topic..Enjoyed reading this afternoon..Thanks for stopping by..Sara
Bacha Avatar
February 18, 2013 at 2:13 PM
Thank you Sara, we both do agree on many topics written from the heart, i do take your comments into consideration, you do help me a lot to be wiser and accept my now....Thank so much ....Love Terry xoxo
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February 11, 2013 at 8:37 AM
Sometimes we do have to wash our dreams away so others can have theirs.Time goes by so fast..Im sure in tomorrow im gonna have regrets of things i dreamt of and never did..but on the otherhand if i live long enough to watch my daughter growing i be blessed.Many times i do see a shadow of myself in your mirror..meaning i can relate a lot.I just love yr poetry dear.
Bacha Avatar
February 11, 2013 at 9:20 AM
I saw your picture the first time, and looked through you, you are a very sentimental person......yes love of a child is real love, missing is so difficult to remain positive every day.....but when we have no choice , we need to survive, although i don`t like this word.....i wish you a wonderful happy life...Love Terry xoxo
Trifiatis Avatar
February 10, 2013 at 9:29 AM
Dear Terry, you can still grab each day by force and live each moment! You are alive! Beautiful poem with a lot a marvelous images!
Bacha Avatar
February 10, 2013 at 9:48 PM
Hi Demetrios, yes of course i will try my very best....life is beautiful......Thank you so much for your thoughts......Terry xoxo
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February 7, 2013 at 8:40 AM
oh the philosophy, how true your poetry rings many many bells,, Terry amazing poetry again and again....
Bacha Avatar
February 7, 2013 at 10:39 AM
Thank you so much Harry....you know what , we have no choice but be strong to survive and find some happiness..... Love Terry
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February 6, 2013 at 9:17 AM
Terry; Congratulations on your win. This is a beautiful poem. I too remember the days when I was young. We go through different faces of life. Now I try to live one day at a time. Thanks for sharing this poem. Lucilla
Bacha Avatar
February 6, 2013 at 9:39 AM
Hi Lucilla..Thank You so much, living one day at a time is the greatest philosophy of a writer, and i do the same thing, and i feel happier.....thank God.....Love Terry xoxo
Reimer Avatar
February 6, 2013 at 2:37 AM
Terry, loved your poem. It is great living with no regrets.
Bacha Avatar
February 6, 2013 at 6:06 AM
That is so true....enjoy your life every moment.....thank you so much for passing by......Terry xoxo
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February 6, 2013 at 12:07 AM
terry, I think you put a lot of yourself into this one. It seems so personal and I LOVE it!! You have a poet's soul for sure. Luv, Andrea
Bacha Avatar
February 6, 2013 at 6:04 AM
Good morning Andrea..i am so happy you liked it.....i am trying like you told me to...Love Terry xoxoxo Have a safe happy day.....
Cloyd Avatar
February 5, 2013 at 4:45 PM
This is darn good. Love it.
Bacha Avatar
February 5, 2013 at 5:18 PM
Thank you so much.....i read already your poem.happy anniversary......life is beautiful..,Terry xoxo
Sivey Avatar
February 5, 2013 at 1:58 PM
This is a wonderful and glorious write my friend! I loved reading this magnificent poem this afternoon! What a awesome piece, Great Work!!
Bacha Avatar
February 5, 2013 at 2:24 PM
Here you are again.......i am so happy you liked it.....thanks Russell...Terry xoxo
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