Visiting MarthaA Poem by BeccyThere was an old, rather cracked flower pot in the back garden, I noticed it as we settled down for a nice cup of tea; (served in fine bone china naturally.) "That's a bit like me," she said, catching my glance, then she smiled and the sun came out. "but the forget-me nots still come up every year, they have no fear of tomorrows." We talked for a while and time skipped as we sipped our tea, her motions delicate, fragile, and she mentioned Gordon occasionally. I'd met him only briefly, at a summer picnic organised by the church; there was still spirit, though a little dimmed by the years. but I thought, that like the forget-me-nots, he had no fear of tomorrows. She hugged me when I left and I felt the life force flowing, an encapsulation of all that is good in this world; and the decades fell away, she became a bride again, Gordon by her side; rapturous, untouched by time and memory shone a light as luminous as the love held in her unfaded eyes.
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17 Reviews Added on December 9, 2017 Last Updated on December 14, 2017 AuthorBeccyUnited KingdomAboutI'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..Writing
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