In the isolation of solitude's embrace,
A woman weaves a tale of vacant space.
Isolated heart in abandonment's clasp,
Longing for love, within a silent gasp.
A daughter born, a new chapter unfolds,
Tiny fingers entwine as destiny molds.
Gentle touch echoes through the years,
An infant's grasp, dissolving past tears.
In that tender moment, a bond reborn,
A symphony of love, from a soul once torn.
Long-buried desires, like blossoms, unfurl,
As maternal warmth envelopes the girl.
The weight of loneliness begins to wane,
In the grasp of innocence, a connection reigns.
A mother's heart, now in rhythm aligned,
As love, like a river, flows unconfined.
This blog contains simple, thought provoking and deeply reflective poetry written by American poet, Doris Trueheart. Here is a large expanse of her poems covering a myriad of topics reflecting her heart.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Popular Posts
-
He was a married man, Quite upset That his wife showed her pastor More respect Than what she showed him. So he proposed that pastors ...
-
Genesis 2: 16-17 says, "And the Lord God commanded the man, saying, Of every tree of the garden thou mayest freely eat: But of ...
-
Maga, a word of evil meanings, From white supremacy sought to schemes unseen. A dream for some, a con for others, A symbol worn by sister...
-
Limiting space - A belt on an ever expanding waist. She put on a garment so her life would be changed. Organs in their place: the course ...
-
Commonplace in politics are whispers and lies, A pattern emerges, where truth often dies. Deceitful tongues, and cunning minds, Weave web...
No comments:
Post a Comment