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My voice is echoing, it keeps calling your name,
My heart is aching, looking for a reason, myself I continue to blame,
You were so young my dear, only two years of life had you seen,
You were gone in a heartbeat, no explanation of what this would mean,
The world turned to darkness the day you went away,
Nothing really mattered, except the question of why you could not stay,
I have asked that question more times than I care to admit,
I have prayed for an answer, still waiting, still here I sit,
What I would not give to hold you to have you cradled in my hands,
To see the young man you would turn into, instead emptiness in front of me stands,
I know my precious angel, one day your face I will see,
Until then my darling I carry you here close to me,
In my heart, you have a home, the piece of you no one can steal,
The love that is there is forever, always, and real,
Though at times I wish I could call you home to me,
I will see you again when my soul has been set free.
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Hi Mary, you have a lovely way with words. I would love to see you play with villanelle or pantoum forms of poetry. It would be fun for us to go back and forth around a theme, a bit of sport. Would you like to try?
Trudi, that does sound like it would be fun. I would be willing to give it a try. I am not really familiar with either. I have read a bit about both but never tried to achieve either. It could be a fun learning experience.
Hugs to you, Mary. This is beautiful.
Thank you so much. Hugs to you as well
Hi Mary! Beautiful poem! I could sense the strong emotions as I read it. Being able to communicate feelings that way is a great talent to have. Thanks for sharing!
Thank you, Tomas, for your kind words. I am glad you enjoyed it.