I found me,
wandering
the murky streets of my yesteryears,
So alone and scared
Desperate to find a piece of memory
At least an inkling of this woman
Who attended to my interminable needs,
Craving to know why she had to bid us goodbye so soon,
Out of the blue, I heard small voices
Followed by a flicker of little children
Whizzing past me,
I was drowning in fear
And felt the urge to have my own froth choke me to a lapse,
Then I saw her,
Her hair standing out in a halo about her head
This woman,
Enveloped by neatly dressed kids
A chalk in her hand
And a smile so colorful,
I felt at peace,
At peace,
with myself at the sight of her
It sure was her,
This woman
Right in front of me
Was my mother
Our mother
But why couldn't she say anything?
YOU ARE READING
IT'S YOU
RandomA poetry collection... DEAR POETRY BOOK Into you my words I pour My distress,happiness and more I hold you dear For you are always here Into your arms take me For your humble friend I'll be My book says thank you To you I'm grateful too My sweet rea...
