#Poetry: Blue Eyes…

 

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Her hair is emerald green

Her eyes deep blue

Her lips are frozen

The way young children do

With words, they cannot speak.

A silly secret, words undone

A nightmare come…

Who knows why she is here

To make amends?

A ghost inside my head

A childhood memory long long dead.

I stole your ring when I was five

You will find it here inside the house.

The golden child we all lost

She took my ring for reasons I still know not.

Blessed she said, with love for all.

I searched the house but couldn’t find.

On mothers hand that night

I see my ring of emerald green.

She smiled; Annie brought it back for me

To let us know that love is always standing by

My big sister watching still…

©Anita Dawes

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