Slowly she lie back on a pillow from the the summer house.
Musty memories of rainy day play, filled her mind.
She and Emily and the dollhouse now covered with rot and mold.
Oh in the day, she and Emily played out their dreams of life.
Dreams of love and full dancing cards.
Emily was long gone now, as was her own youth.
She gazed up at the cloudy milky way in wonderment.
The night sky did not disappoint as the milky way winked and dazzled her mind.
Yes, this must be where Emily is. This first step in blowing the curve.
The first step toward perfection.
14 comments:
First step, but a big one. Nicely done.
Thank you Anthony for your comments and for reading my poem.
Melanie
Melanie, Emily was a very nice friend. Long gone.
I do believe most of us have old friends with whom we have lost contact with. And we wonder. And dream. And visualize.
This is wonderful, very though provoking.
((((HUGS)))) :)
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BTW, first girl in my life other than a relative died. She was the second special one here:
To All the Girls I've Loved Before
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Thank you Jim for reading my poem. Yes there are friends I've lost along the way. I know they are in His care.
Melanie
lovely memories, invoking a sense of wonder
So much to ponder. Lovely images.
gabrielle , thanks so much for reading my poem and for your kind comments.
Melanie
Sue, thanks for stopping by. Your comments mean a great deal to me.
Melanie
Oh, where is that friend! I think of growing up and stepping away from old friends and feel the lonely ache as I read this.
a heartbreaking beauty of an
ode to friendship.
I know they are in His care.
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Sandy, I know what you mean. Where do they go. I think as in Peter Pan they just grow up. Oh what a horrible thing to have happen to oneself. I for one never want to grow up.
Melanie
Thank you Cynthia, stopping by and reading my work. I am happy you liked it.
Melanie
Sanjeet, once again I thank for your kind comments.
Melanie
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