A landscape of memory littered
with pieces of dreams
children that once lived
once laughed
oft times schemed
she sees a house abandoned now
ought times with love filled
each & every birth an
auspicious moment still
& each year
she knows she has been gifted
that any tears shed
were merely a bridge
between yesterdays
& tomorrows albeit
as other mothers cry oceans
of salt filled tears
for children that lived once
without fear in loving arms
with kisses, soft still
their auspicious moment shattered
a broken memory like
shards of glass
now buried descending deep
earth’s grief surpassed
whose sorrow cannot rebuild
houses in ashes smoldering
whose dreams
hold ghostly remnants
pale & fading
where a timeless epitaph remains
of young lives interrupted
photos tinged yellow
touched by death
a noxious poison
thinking of this she turns pages
a book of photographs old
& knows dreams
will still be her comfort
will still unfold
that some mother’s dreaming will
become a vile nightmare
an interloper in sun rays
unwanted slumber
empty days
© April 2017 Renee Espriu
I am a little late to post this on my site. It was first posted in the Bezine last month. You can read more of some wonderfully written poems and other posts at https://thebezine.com/project-type/the-bezine-april-2017-vol-3-issue-7. The photo below was taken from the Morgue File & Digitized by myself.
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