Sadness fills the eyes,Of the child in the photograph
As the eyes in the mirror watch,
With unblinking glazed regret.
Noting times that should have been.
Silent pools of remorse
Search into the night.
The beautiful night
Of secret hiding places
Noting times that could have been.
Escaping the red rage that spewed forth,
Unbridled brutal anger
Encompassing and engulfing all that came near.
Brutally blocking each step of the way;
Impeding all that should have been.
Sadness fills the eyes that look out,
Emptying sadness from inside my head,
Emptying all self-condemnation…
Growing towards what should have been.
My beautiful sister. ‘This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.’
I wrote this in 2003 – not sure if I’ve ever shown you..
Jules.
Large, brown eyes popped over the rail
of the old, double-decker bed
I gazed at her from under a scruffy fringe
as the beautiful one got up to dress
She’d been reading .. one of a hundred books
that sat, stacked in bundles
always threatening to topple – and always did!
But now, she needed to run
and I knew she’d take me, and I watched with glee
as she swapped her brown, batik skirt for shorts
She is my queen, my saviour, my one hope.
She brought to me, books, paintings and stars to get lost in
Beauty in trust and patience in love
She shouldered the burden that comes to the one
who comes first into the world
Dreams she had
Her head in clouds and we all watched in awe
as she unfurled…
For a time, she was lost
I thought she’d disappear
But now, she shines
for we all have to journey – long and hard
and though we’ve had our share of knocks
We sisters 3 have endured, with our Jules
at the helm.. never faltering .. full hearts .. ever burdened with
life..
Lea xxx
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