She Forgot to Weep
my mother’s years call her to rest.
says, it’s a long-lost dream.
cold winter mountains.
just a bit of sleep.
comes with heart’s desire,
care-free as a new dress.
those old joys: her long-lost
bright gleam; youth.
her dreams know nothing of old lips.
Lovely. The close is perfect.
Anna :o]
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😀 thanks!
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Nice last line about old lips after the repeated “long-lost” in the prior lines.
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Thanks, Frank.
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This is simply gorgeous, Misky. I love:
“care-free as a new dress.
those old joys”
And of course “her dreams know nothing of old lips” is simply perfection.
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Thanks, De. I was was late this week with family and grandchildren visiting. It’s been a busy summer. 😊
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Love the title, response and photo ~ This line is just gorgeous:
her dreams know nothing of old lips.
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