She sat underneath the worn red porch,
As the cool wet rain fell gently upon her exposed toes,
And slid well back into the heels of her shoes.
The taste of the moist afternoon lingered on her tongue,
While the smell of wet clay and earth made a permanent residence within her.
Painted sky blue with cotton candy colored clouds,
the wind wrapped itself around each toe and left them chilled from frost.
A soft lullaby is sung low from a distance.
A melodic melody that leaves her aged lips and travels,
on the back of the wind into her own ears.
Face frozen with tears that cling so neatly to her black lashes.
The little girl can't help snuggling closer into the arms of her outstretched mother's,
whose own pain is unheard and untouched.
YOU ARE READING
Mirror in Front of Me
Poetry" You stand there, as life less as a doll, as still as the night, watching me with, those sorrowful eyes,"- From the poem, And you whisper... "Mirror in Front of Me" is a collection of poetry where I am able to express myself figuratively where sim...
