Free Verse
My Bright Eyed Boy
I think back to when you were born
my bright eyed boy
the frown you had when you looked upon
a world gone cold after your life of warmth
the scowl that you wore upon your face
saying with your angry eyes and cries
that something wasn’t right!
my bright eyed boy
comforting you did not accept,
you wanted answers to your questions
and even now
though years have passed
you still wonder
where is the warmth
in this cold existence
we would call life.
Ah, for the answers…
I’d surely give them
if only I could,
my bright eyed boy.
Ah, some never do find the warmth. To them the world is a cold, often cruel place. And yet they are never without a mother’s love!
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And sometimes, even though in doubt, they find a warmer spot within themselves! 🙂
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A lot of pain is the invention of the heart, and simply fades away with enough time, if you just let go of it.
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Very true…I’ll pass the message along, thank you.
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Beautiful poem. So sad and lovely. Love it. Reowr!
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Thanks Cubby.
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This made me cry, and then made me smile. Beautiful!
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I was remembering that first look my youngest had on his face when he was born…glad you liked it.
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So touching and tough reflecting on the facts of life.
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I imagine that being born from a world of constant warmth, with our needs constantly taken care of, soft, in a calm redish glow, could be our first traumatic experience…and I imagine that many still long for that secret world, they’ve consciously forgotten, but still lives inside them as an ideal world.
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