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Sera Phim Poem
If the voice in Heaven did speak
His would be the last true voice
To speak and command me to be well
I was born with a broken heart
That formed an invisible shackle
Not fixed by the servant of Heaven
Necessitating a flight to the unknown
Offering a life of hardship
Eager and dutiful daughter
Halo firmly in place
Daddy's dark eyes, and silent smiles,
His large hands so gentle,
As he drew the brush,
Through my hair, soothingly
Qualities that link by link
Chained me in silver shackles
Aged fourteen and now a teen,
His booming voice reverberating through the trees,
Brought forth a deep trembling,
That now feeds the fixation,
For shoes, with clasps like shackles,
And designer shoes at that,
Not quite a woman, at eighteen,
No longer so dutiful to Daddy,
Homeless and isolated, despairing,
Demanding a sacrifice and a maturity,
His love replaced, by marriage,
Sensuality, motherhood and a grownup love,
I switched alleigances, and shackles,
That brought the slave girl to the fore.
Years passed, faded in time,
Twenty-one, Twenty-two and Twenty-eight
DEATH, Death and Death again,
As each child was buried,
In tears and grief,
Scarred my broken heart forever,
As the shackles of iron grew heavier,
Upon my soul.
Time passed and Daddy aged,
Life had exacted a harsh price,
The broken heart now His,
Bearing witness to Heavens gate,
Then His call to come home,
Instantly obeyed, casting off the shackles,
So much for tears and tearing apart,
Traded off to become once more His angel.
Once again willingly by His side,
Life turned topsy turvy,
As Daddy became the small lost child,
The stars in the sky that night,
So beautiful, create another shackle,
Forever, etched on the soul,
Like the sound of the water on the moorings,
As He passed from this world.
Thirty four brought more tears,
Some of immense joy,
A marriage, a son, finally *gasp*
But alas, iron clad shackles formed
As more death, more agony,
Forced a inner retreat,
Forty was a good year,
Another son was born for me,
Golden child, golden shackles.
Today another tragedy,
Dear G*d I miss Him,
And the sons that all lay with Him now,
Beside the second set of deaths,
Of lost baby grandsons,
Enslaving me to this place,
Keeping me dutiful, constant, obedient,
Strong
If the voice in Heaven did speak
His would be the last true voice,
That formed an invisible shackle,
Silver light shackles sometimes,
Iron heavy other times,
A willing slave in shackles.
[psmith]
Copyright © Sera Phim | Year Posted 2016
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Sera Phim Poem
Come Walk With Me
In my mind
tendrils of memories past
insinuate and insert themselves
in the corners
to root out and cast light upon
them
as my hand presses, whiteknuckled
Bent into the bitter wind
here, alone
against the cold hard
brick, mortar and steel handrails
of a bridge
where once
betrothed, You and I gave thanks
It was not always thus
where once shone stars
to blanket the night skies
now, is darkness
Your hand tilted
my chin
upwards, to kiss
Back into time
memories grab and clutch at me
drawing all
from, away and into
the night
that fateful day
I hear over and over
"Come Walk with Me"
Along this route We strolled
to this very spot
this bridge
We talked of lovers
of love
of loving
and turned into one another arms
happy
The stars still sparkle
time inadfinitum
the water still flows
time inadfinitum
Long must I be alone
time inadfinitum
hands pressed to the handrails
perhaps
Rising on tiptoes
the bridge is now
the past
mere memories
You and I
together again
Our bridge a lovers leap
The wind carries Your voice
"Come Walk with me"
As wind tousled hair, flies
oh cruel and bitter truths
tears blurring the eyes
lovers lost
in time, and distance
his blood spilled
a day best forgotten
How many days of regret
must I bear
given up into death's cold clasp
from passerby's
lowered lashes
when I ran towards the sound
of loves last gasp
To repeat the day over is all I ask
but alas
never shall I know
the touch
of his smile
or finger to my skin
To hear again
"Come walk with me"
He said, taking my hand
so I did
but that last day
he smiled, left me to domesticity
some said it was quick
and a painless end
so shall mine be
quick
and an end
Feet do not fail me, balanced
bent to the winds cold
lights glimmering reflection
below, on inky water
heartbeats keeping rhythm,
tis time
to let go
To fall
the lyrics say
into oblivion
Our bridge
of wishes and dreams
and promises to keep
reaching forward and overbalancing
"Come walk with me"
[© psmith]
Copyright © Sera Phim | Year Posted 2018
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