Those Childhood Dreams
By
Lisa A.Williams
Ask me-
of her dreams
Little girl with eyes like mom
Tears like dad, seldom shed
Ask me
what she wished way back when
the world was small and she still
didn’t fit in
Ask me
What she wanted to be
other than accepted by
the cold blue stare
like hers, not like hers
For she always sought
the warmth
the embrace
Ask me
and I will tell you
how she still wishes
her father didn’t die
Her mother wasn’t forever lost-
A ghostlike image lingering
in faded photographs
which never showed the true color
of her eyes
Ask me
if she still dreams-
Always
Awwww Lisa this breaks my heart, powerful, heart-wrenching, you are truly gifted with words (hugs)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much! I have really enjoyed working with your prompts, they give inspiration and a nice push to come up with something.
DeleteHeart wrenching piece, Lisa. Very beautifully penned.
ReplyDeleteI think the dreams we had as a young person continue to live in us for our whole lives. We continue to search for what we wanted so much back then.
ReplyDeleteheartbreaking poem.
ReplyDeleteHer mother wasn’t forever lost-
A ghostlike image lingering
in faded photographs
which never showed the true color
of her eyes
the imagery is haunting
Lisa, your description of her eyes... I hope to God this is NOT autobiographical. That would be tragic.
ReplyDeleteA touching poem filled with bitter memories. Very good write, my dear. Amy
So, so felt. Great writing in the most heartbreaking of ways. I hope she dreams on to one day find them fulfilled.
ReplyDeleteVery evocative. Nicely written...especially liked " faded photographs
ReplyDeletewhich never showed the true color
of her eyes"
Beautiful writing, sad but not without hope!
ReplyDeleteThank you everyone.
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