Solitary Dreamer

I missed you at the parents’ meet
when beside me was an empty seat

Our son you have left behind
For me to love & in who to find
your smile, your eyes and your sharp mind
I pray he grows to be just as kind.

Raising a kid on my own
Is the hardest thing I have known
I cannot afford to cry and moan
Till he’s tall, strong and grown

Must find a way to rein in the tears
So stay close by to hear my fears
I’ll tell him some of daddy’s tales
And sing our song when all else fails

When you see that I’m gonna slip
Send a sign or a tip
Keep an eye as he grows
I can’t always be on my toes

We miss you a lot around the house
Be it fixing dinner or stringing the blouse
I miss the way you tuck a strand
Behind my ear with your hand

If only we could will a change
If only fate could be rearranged

We promise you will never be lost
Always staying in our thoughts.

©Krisheaven

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Wishful Murder

If words could be murdered

and I could watch them die

I’d shoot ‘never’ right now

and later stab ‘goodbye’.

 

I’d burn ‘misunderstanding’

and toss into the flames

a list of all her doings

and all the victims claimed

 

I’d bury ‘regret’ alive

and dig one for friend ‘fear’

They’d like to be together

after living  all these years

 

‘Helpless’ would be tortured

most brutally of all

‘doubt’ would be hanged

or free to take a fall

 

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Mirror, mirror,on the wall

She looked into the mirror,

she didn’t like what she saw.

She asked herself if ever,

she gazed at it with awe.

Lines, wrinkles, skin and bones,

greying hair and dark skin tones.

Sunken eyes and red chapped lips,

sagging skin at the hips.

 

Flashbacks of the days gone by,

when she danced under a night sky.

youthful, fresh and full of grace,

people often whispered ‘what a face’.

Tears rolled down her blue green eyes

A mirror seldom, if ever, lies.

If she wished to go back in time,

to relive that day one last time,

would it be such a crime?

©krisheaven

Dedication: To every person who looks at their youthful pictures preserved under glass and yearns to go back to the day. To all moms, dads, grannys and friends. We love you regardless. :*

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