Return

A child plays with a doll on a broken porch swing 

she stares at the beautiful curls of the dolls hair 

as a misty green meadow blows around whimsically in the background.

The flawless Earth as it dips and flows with perfection and life.

The child grows and matures blossoming like a cherry bud in the spring,

Her hair flowing like the grassy meadow from her childhood,

She has put aside her dolls and traded them in for make-up and jewels.

She falls in love and breaks her heart.

Mending and breaking for years on end until she finds one that is forever

She grows old and her grassy hair fades ands disappears with illness  

She remembers the life she has lived the love she has lost

and the misty meadows of her past, the soft green ground of the summer ,

 the bright blue sky of morning, and the hazy pink sunset over the horizon behind her home. And as she runs into the arms of her long gone mother,

she drifts into endless happiness ,

 the Earth takes her back into her arms 

and makes her a part of her once more.

Author's Note

What ya think, This is in honor of my aunt who died today from her struggle with Cancer.

Reviews

[Sarah Jane]

I'm sorry for your aunt but she sounds like an amazing person. she was well loved and I like the honesty and imagry of this poem

[♥ EmeraldHeart &..]

Girlie; I can honestly say, this is a true piece. I adored it, and i am very sorry about your aunt. From what i read and how you view her, she must have been a wonderful lady .