Have my tears dried?
her sweet face presented to me.
Feeling her sorrow
still, knitted brow, eyes tragic,
she looked to me to say
they were gone.
She was feeling the
injustice of a four-year-old's pride
in the little heave of a sigh,
Have my tears dried?
Author's Notes/Comments:
My granddaughter. Was going to expand to an ode to tragic loss of the heart but it's sweet as it is and I can explore that in the next poem.
Maggie's 22 month old sister Caitlyn, drew on the Elsa I had crudely drawn in chalk on the deck for her to color. Tragic because Caitlyn has Anna to scribble on. Meltdown.
A stirring snapshot that
A stirring snapshot that highlights just the right details, just the right dialogue, to leave a powerful impact. The last line haunted me . . . such power in your perfectly chosen words. Marvelous work.
Thank you
She was so sweet and i agree last line is evoking.
Poem Stands Alone Well
No deck, no picture marred, no sequence of events - fairly surreal ~S~
No explanatioin needed
Thats good to know,