A distant past

The end of a summer, now on her way home

The plane it was crowded, she traveled alone.

What lay before her she couldn’t even surmise

Her youth and her vigor Just darkened her eyes.

Not having forsight and not caring a whit

She let no one guide her nor serve as a sprit.

And that’s when she met  him, his way on to school

They exchanged numbers, she thought him a jewel.

Raised in the south, his manners stood out

And he seemed to care what she was all about.

A few months passed, then she got a call

He visited often, then sometime in the fall

He asked for her hand and fear gripped her heart

She couldn’t let it go so she decided to part.

Years have passed by, she’s different by far

Life’s taken it’s turns and sometimes leaves scars

She can’t go back and undo what’s been done

But sometimes she pauses and wonders, how come?

 

This is a poem in the shape of a ballad

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About Mary (tqhousecat)

I am a wife and a mother of two grown children. Recently I have begun writing a couple of blogs. One poetry and one on hope. I only wish that whoever reads this will be blessed, inspired and occasionally amused. Soon to be added is another blog...writings on hope from a biblical perspective. Now it can be seen at purplepandasandotherphenomena.blogspot.com. please feel free to visit.
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