Open up this heart of mine--what do I find? A hole as huge as the world. Love is the tiny splash at the bottom of this well as penny wishes cascade into its depths. Words are useless when your ears refuse to hear. Far too much pain to waste my breath to speak them anymore.
All the ribbons on the wall, certificates so neatly framed, those achievements glittering in memory are pictures of you. This mind, these hands, worked solely to build this person into your ideal. Now what? The job is undone the foreman left this builder standing alone hammer in hand. When all you've done your entire life is build how do you move on when it's taken away?
Can't even bear to be in the same building? When did things go so wrong? Devastation... 21 years all gone. Who's daddy's little girl? Better question... who is daddy? I had one once, seems so long ago. Now he's just a picture and a memory of a time gone by.
So tired of being wounded... numb. You'll never read these words, if you do they'll simply fade.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Child's Cry
So strange the emptiness now that you have gone. The heart knows what the mind would choose to forget. Missing you is enough to bring tears to these tired eyes. With your presence so near everything was 'okay' the world stopped spinning so madly for just those few moments you were near.
Everything is a shadow of you. I can still see you here and this foolish heart half expects to see your smile walk through the door any minute. Its time to grow up, this longing is a child's cry. But soothe this babe with your tender voice and warm smile. The scent of your perfume still lingers.
So far away. A mother's tender love remains diluted by crackling phone lines. Jobs, working in this bitter time keeps visits so few. This nervous mind knows that the corporeal will not last forever and watches the moments slip by... second by second. Waste away the minutes, hours, days--years spending time in the distance.
Again... time to grow up. Only a child cries for a mother's touch. Yet, forever I am your daughter, your child. If only the distance could disappear yet luck will never have it so. I love you Mom.
Everything is a shadow of you. I can still see you here and this foolish heart half expects to see your smile walk through the door any minute. Its time to grow up, this longing is a child's cry. But soothe this babe with your tender voice and warm smile. The scent of your perfume still lingers.
So far away. A mother's tender love remains diluted by crackling phone lines. Jobs, working in this bitter time keeps visits so few. This nervous mind knows that the corporeal will not last forever and watches the moments slip by... second by second. Waste away the minutes, hours, days--years spending time in the distance.
Again... time to grow up. Only a child cries for a mother's touch. Yet, forever I am your daughter, your child. If only the distance could disappear yet luck will never have it so. I love you Mom.
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