Mother Sits In Her
Living Room And Waits
Where mother sits is a dreary place
scruffy carpet
frayed couch
ancient recliner
ancient bones
ancient smile
on an ancient face
She says she’s too old
too fat
too ill
But her mind hummingbirds
to the flowers of her youth
that blossom clearly still
She tells stories of her childhood
Ice skating on a farmer’s pond
Puppy love in country school
A sleigh ride through snowy wood
Mother sits in her living room
and waits
for what is certain
Misty eyes gaze through the years
and a lonely
yellowed curtain.
Once
Once a love is forged
the mold is never broken
Once you say
I love you
the words can never be unspoken
Once you open up your heart
and let that special someone in
that door never closes again
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