I was given word
at the beginning of it
and I
prompted, desperately.
[-]
Seeking the right shard of truth
the right condensed
feeling.
[-]
But you
creator devoid of intent,
made months in matter of seconds.
[-]
Force without effort,
I stared in awe
the black mirror holds the winner
There is a Thin Line Between Tears of Sorrow and Tears of Joy
I remember when my mother passed away. After the tears from the initial shock, our family sat in the living room and shared memories. We talked about her love and compassion toward others, the lessons she taught us about honesty, and how she taught us the importance of respecting ourselves and others. Then we started sharing memories that made us smile and eventually, each of us began to relax and tell stories that made us laugh.
By Brenda Mahler7 days ago in Humor
Comments (1)
This was so profound! Loved your poem!