Tearful Parting

Tearful Parting

weeping she poured out her soul
knowing
that this would be
the last time
she would be able to contact them

words of love
poured forth
tears
traced lines
down her face

her quill
ran along the paper
saying all that could be said
though it would never be enough

silently
with trembling lips
she read
her words

she folded
the tear stained
stationary
then sealed it
with red eyes

would they read it?
would they care?

how she wished
she would be able
to see their faces

as a second thought
she wrote
on the bottom right corner
please take care
of my sweet baby child

I love her.

stealing silenty across town
holding her litttle infant
wishing it could be differnet
knowing that it couldn't

stopping on the stoop
she breathed into the
sleeping baby's ear
I love you
I wish I could keep you
be happy
sweet one.

sobbing loudly
she knocked on the door
and ran swiftly
under the cover
of night

Wishing
she could stop time
and stay with her baby
forever...


Here is another sad poem. This poem and my poem Memories were all stirred partly from this book series I have been reading. It is called Abraham's Daughters by Beverly Lewis.

I will be posting another poem soon. The thought also comes from this series...in a way.

I hope you all enjoy it!

Do not use in anyway. Copyright 2009 Wild Rose.

WOTW #2 - Memories

The WOTW prompt is: Frayed Ribbons.

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Here is a poem that has been swirling around my head for a few days. When I read what the prompt was it just seemed to fit in with the fragments that were already floating around in me.

Enjoy!

Memories crash around me
like stormy ocean waves
knocking me over
Unable to escape the battering
I succumb

As the pictures
of things past
flash across my mind

The willow tree
where we sat talking and laughing
unaware of things to come

Starless nights
dancing
under the moon
just you and me

The many gifts
you so tenderly gave

The one I cherish the most
is the gift you gave
the day you went away

That single white ribbon
wrapped in flowered paper

Now wrapped
around your letters
written so long ago

A symbol of our past
those now frayed ribbons

Almost whole yet not
they symbolize
our memories
and what could have been
before the day
our lives fell apart leaving

only....

memories.

Photo Credit

Copyright Wild Rose.

I would love to hear your thoughts about my poem.

Saving Your Heart

I have been reading the A Life Of Faith: Millie Keith books. They are great books and you can learn a lot from them. I thought I would share a thought with you that I have been thinking on for a long time:

Saving your heart for the right man.

In the 3rd Millie Keith book Millie's mom is talking to her about saving her heart. Millie's mom, Marcia, said to give your heart to Jesus. This is the prayer Marcia tells Millie that she said when she was young.

"Jesus, please hold my heart in Your hands. Don't let me give it or any piece of it away. I want YOU to give it away in Your time, to the right person. Please hold it, lock it up, and keep the key."

This is beautiful. Who else can you trust to give your heart to the right man at the right time? No one. Heavenly Father and Jesus love you so much. They want what is best for you. I believe that if you give them your heart, and your life, then you will be able to more fully become the person you were created to be.

I have given my heart to Jesus. I don't want to give it to the wrong person, I want him to hold it for me until the right man comes into my life.

For many years I have wanted to get a key to wear around neck. I am going to get a key that I will put on a necklace to wear around my neck. This is going to remind me that my heart is locked. Sealed until Heavenly Father chooses to give my heart to the right man.