No more happy thoughts or children to wish away.
Shaking to the ground, afraid to fly that far.
Whispering, “I hope I never fall in love.”
...I hope I never fall in love.
Trying to hold her eye on a fading star.
“When will he come back to get me?”
It was only a thimble...
Such a small and unsubstantial thing.
The last thing he took before closing the window.
She doesn’t believe anymore,
And he’s lost...
The idea of growing up has frightened him away.
Forever.
Never.
Never-never...
Only thing left is a shadow,
To sit beside mine on the wall.
He’s not running anymore.
And no amount of clapping will bring him back at all.
Yes !! Peter Pan, his shadow and lovely Tink...I wouldn't want to grow up either! Let's all keep the awe of our child!
Love,
Mom
Reviewed by Simon Barreiros (Reader)
Reviewed on January 18, 2007
Enjoyed the write. Nice images albeit painful. Know that love always returns as we are it's conjurers. It changes , flows and returns to the ocean (the One) always...
your friend,
simonb
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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enjoyable piece of poetry...
nice.....Art Sun...
Love,
Mom
your friend,
simonb
Your poem is filled with hurt and disappointment.