Fields of Poppies.

Poppies Linger in fields of love

A never ending desire for who I was and still long to be 

Your tissue skin transparent and cool 

The deep valleys covering your face telling the story of a lifetime

Eyes sunken and cataract from sights of wisdom 

They saw marriage, war, and birth

They saw perfection when they saw me....

A child innocent and lovable with aspirations 

to tell stories and draw pictures and write books 

to teach and travel to Australia 

You’d shower me in your knowledge 

And carry me with your pride and patience

You taught me that even when subtracting you can add

And everything I asked or said was important

Squeezed into gray variegated recliners I was at home 

next in your smell that will forever linger in my memories

I was your princess and you a humble servant 

so willing to oblige my desires for soft serve fruity tutti 

even after i had stained the concrete pink

I did drop the first four

It was no matter, I was your buddy and you mine

And then it happened, like a ticking grenade thrown 

into a flock of doves, our beautiful friendship ended

An oxygen tank and life support was traded in for me

I was no longer Sabrina but a mirage of your long lost mother.

That year October was the coldest 

I was no longer a princess but a lost little girl 

A little girl who was shaken into a woman

Who would grow with mistakes and regrets

And questions of existence

But one that would always know real love

And everyday she will think of you

And every minute  hear your words of support

And every night  dream of you and a small

big eyed bouncing little girl holding hands 

walking through fields of love and red Poppies. 

 

 

Reviews

[J Kiplinger Young]

excellent opening and wonderful use of imagery. Thank you for sharing