One Day ...she said (poem) by Ruan Mills on AuthorsDen

One Day ...she said
by Ruan Mills → (All Poetry by Ruan Mills)
Thursday, June 4, 2015 Rated "G" by the Author.

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A story in a poem

Her youthful face, long flaming hair, Blue eyes, so bright you’re pictured there Her radiant smile that lights a room And sweeps away all grief and gloom Infectious laugh and wicked grin Mischievous mind, sharp as a pin A sense of style all of her own A wholesome beauty, fine home grown For me, her child, she was the key To all things good and all things free My love for her could not be bound To me she was the best around She wrote mad songs and painted dreams Designed her garden, drafted schemes Made music on her folk guitar Her spirit was a shining star But those who sought to dim her light Made her flounder, flinch, take flight Family sought, with blinkered views To douse her flame with sombre hues Those she’d trust and love and cherish Caused her faith in them to perish They broke her spirit, caged her heart And pulled my Beauty’s world apart No longer could she see the sun Nor feel its warmth, her world undone Withdrawn into a shell of steel …and me, her child? She could not feel I tried to reach her, soothe her pain Heal her - Make her smile again Give her strength to soar instead. She looked at me, “One day” she said I saw my Beauty so forlorn Beaten down by those who scorn Just because they could not see My Beauty’s spontaneity Their shallow minds and old ideals Misread what such a mind reveals They could not see, their cuts and stings Won’t heal a bird with broken wings ~ The years went by and faded some That ‘one day’, now will never come My Beauty passed away, you see Earth’s shackles gone, her spirit’s free.

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on August 29, 2015

Perfectly told, perfectly written...........touching.

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on June 13, 2015

A most poignant tribute, very meaningful. Your verses remind me of my mother who chose to leave early. Thank you, Ruan. Love, peace, and best wishes to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger

Reviewed on June 6, 2015

~Ruan~
God bless the beauty of your Mother. Her spirit lives on
within her garden. Beautifully penned with verses
unique to your love for her.

Lady Mary Ann

Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)

Ruan, This touches my heart strings and by far one of your
"masterpieces," you mother I'm sure is smiling down on you!

Always,

Deborah

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on June 5, 2015

Your poetry is so refreshing and revealing, especially when you write about something so close as your mother and her demons. When you wrote that she was "homegrown" I had to chuckle a bit, but then I thought about my mother and where she came from and then never reached her full potential or got to go to college because my twin brother and I came along and she had to settle down in marriage. Still, it was great to hear her call me the other day and tell me that she loved me. Her voice becoming childlike at 90 and 1200 miles between us.

This poem was torn from a piece of your heart. I hope your mother reads it, wherever she is. She would be so proud of you for your poetic muse.

Ron

Reviewed by E Phillips

Reviewed on June 4, 2015

This is a very sad tale, and the clarity of your words make it
nearly painful. There is also much beauty in the way you honor
her. I'm glad you can take comfort in her spirit's freedom. Your
poetry, as usual, is flawless. -Ed

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Somehow I see your mother as the "Beauty." This was my kind of in-your-face poetical style. You cut no one any slack, just told it as it was. Real! I felt it hugely . . .