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?

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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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Silenced Hearts

He meant to say ‘I love you’ ,

But keeps it to ‘goodnight’,

His eyes say all he needs to,

His lips sealed up tight.

 

He looks at me tear filled,

Hoping I would understand.

His choices are not easy,

He has to take this stand.

 

In his eyes I see the planet,

In his smile shines the sun.

His fingers in cafune,

Through a meadow full of fun.

 

His touch makes me tingle,

His gaze makes me hurl.

Like a little girl in slumber,

Into his arms I curl.

 

His heart lies in my chambers,

But his feet have to walk away,

He stops and smiles one last time,

As we smother the yearns today.

 

Without him by my bedside,

The sheets feel too cold.

Is this how it will be,

Even when we grow old?

 

Life has taught us this much,

Doesn’t matter if we live apart.

What matters most is truly,

The twining of our hearts.

 

We barely get a minute,

As days and weeks go by.

We cherish the words unspoken,

Somewhere eye to eye.

 

If life is ever kinder,

We hope and pray each day,

For a day when our laughter,

Forms our little lullaby.

 

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Back in time

This is out of the blue. My presence here, after all these years, is no coincidence , I think. The most familiar smell of the hallways, the peeling paint, the dull marble flooring, the welcoming hum of the elevator, the all too familiar car park.

As I sit on the stair, my heart swells up with emotion. I feel the same anticipation & longing I felt years ago. What wouldn’t I give to go back in time ? Nothing, for sure.

Reminiscing is such a pleasurable thing. It instantly transports you from one location to the other. One of the best parts of life is to be able to hold on to great memories and play them over & over again in your head. Your own personal video player.

Worries get washed away. Fears bow their heads down.

Appreciation takes over. Love flows free again.

 

© krisheaven

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