She had always been honored when entrusted to the
secrets of another's heart.
As time went on, she wanted no word, opinion, or
deed of hers to keep away any rich or gay woman,
any homeless boy or soldier.
She could no longer stand to hurt hearts,
to see startled upset eyes react to her strong
opinions or thoughtless remarks.
She aspired to be like the ocean,
receiving all rivers. She wanted no heart to be
afraid to approach the door of her own.
PLACE SETTING
His mother
came to the table
.. no place setting for her..
this was the way he told
her he was angry..
but in time he was able
to forgive.
all waves are part of the ocean... the ocean never speaks... accepts all, loves all, is one with all... your poetry is deep and wide, as are your thoughts. eric