sharonlee ( regrets and re-growth

sharonlee

( regrets and re-growth )
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she lay in sad morning shadows

faded flowers on tired white sheets

that she used in crumpled sleep ruffled folds

to hide longing she silently keeps

for quiet moments like midnight

and the softly kissed hours of dawn

when wet fingers of ghostly mist

trace patterns on tear stained lawn ,

hands that showed a labour of life

idly rubbed a naked thigh

breasts that blushed beneath purple silk

rose and fell with a sigh ,

so often she felt alone ,

a mother, a widow

and on her own,

crying silently in the early light

that creeps in like a phantom

at the close of night,

she felt the mother- bond

of every child she carried

and felt the loss and the yearning

for a man she loved

and but never married,

as gentle morning sunlight

massaged her sleep warm skin

she found a wicked little tremor

had stirred her from within ,

filling her with breathless sighs

for morning delights

and rainforest highs

and for nights of hidden identity

when the world had closed its gates

and she could remain anonymous

as she walked life ' s pathways late

and for wild eyes days of blue sky fun

hot sand dancing in december sun ,

with something deep within her aching

for quiet moments of contemplating,

a sheltered corner of virgin green

for living and loving and realizing her dreams,

suddenly she glanced up to see

the regrets and re-growth

of sharonlee ,

then gathering strength for another

moment of time , she pleaded with life --

at least I’m trying ,

be kind;
sharonlee©