Walking With AngelsA Poem by mysticgmekeepr
Walking With Angels
I wasn't perfect mother, I was flawed and I was real. I didn't just lay there looking beautiful On the other side of glass, only to Leave you In a mist of illusory beauty. No....You had to feed me, change me, Suffer through my wailing, and my failing; I interrupted your nights, And ran through your scripted days, Disappointing you with every sunrise And again when the sun set on your longing. You should have opted for rocking Your armful of remembered perfection And your weekly visits to a plot in babyland, The place you took me to spoon feed me grief. But it's ok really, mother, While you were worshiping your wishing stone, I played with angels, and maybe one was my sister, Her spirit was never in the box in the ground Where you knelt. You should not have had a replacement To lay your sorrow upon; you were doomed to disappointment . Yes mama, I was flawed, and I was real Never made for perfection, But made strong enough to carry The weight of your sadness and your tears Through a whole lifetime of years. © 2016 mysticgmekeeprReviews
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2 Reviews Added on January 31, 2016 Last Updated on January 31, 2016 AuthormysticgmekeeprOHAboutI am a woman and a child, an adolescent in an older persons shell, an ancient in a child's disguise, a mystery and a metaphor, opposites and contradictions, swirling waters and peace. more..Writing
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