She wasn’t going to jump
through hoops anymore.
She wasn’t going to change.
She thought life stopped
at that moment when he left her:
Gave a meaningful kiss, a quick hug,
“I love you,” he lied.
She knew she’d never see him again.
Two hearts separated
after many years of longing,
stopped looking for each other
and found other loves.
After that she made her own love…
Her first love was an angel child,
Sweet and pure with navy eyes,
a thatch of whispy blond hair,
Birthed with ancient wisdom
to lead the tribe out of the wilderness.
Her second love was a lost boy,
with a comb of rooster red hair,
cerulean eyes always questioning…
Born in quiet wonder,
No pain, No crying.
The Mother gave her love freely
to both children with
No expectations…
No one can ever expect
the love of a child in return.
Her final love was a strong man
with a flame in his heart,
and the gentle hands
of a loving father.
Her best love, her last love.
There would be no other loves.
The next decades were prophesied:
Old age, more tears, but no regrets.
She would not change.
She would never change.
She would remain true to her character
for twenty years or more.
Alone, but filled with love…
(First published 3/4/12)
