An ocean between then
The heart knows what the eyes don't see
By the river bank she stood
Everyone said it would do no good
It's time to go they said
She couldn't get it out of her head
She sensed that he had survived
Her heart told her he was alive
She decided to take a chance
Just one more a final glance
Something inside said to turn around
Even though she heard no sound
She ran with all her might
Her gut had told her right
Feet slipping in the sand
She grabbed his outstretched hand
And pulled him to the shore
Together they would be forever more
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Cheryl E Preston
Cheryl is a widow who enjoys writing about current events, soap spoilers and baby boomer nostalgia. Tips are greatly appreciated.
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This poem is dedicated to the memory of Alex Haley's grandmother Queen, from the book that bears her name. It is also dedicated to Vyry from Margaret Walker's book Jubilee. Both women were the result of the plantation owners forcing themselves on their mothers. My husband asked me to write a poem for Black History Month and this is one of several. I tried to imagine what these women went through.
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I love the subtle beauty of this. Rhyming poems can be so underrated. Amazing work 👏🏼✨
The hope & prayer of everyone who has lost someone to the depths. Heck, it tends to be the hope of everyone who has lost anyone dear, no matter how the loss has come about. Sometimes prayers are answered, hopes realized.