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She Sits in the Meadow

Contributed by Valerie_Pearson on Sunday, 9th February 2003 @ 07:00:00 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



A white picket fence encased her,
she was my reflection, of a sad lost youth,
I have seen her here once before, this sweet child,
on the bench, where the wildflowers tower,
over the meadow gate,
she was one of the lost ones,
the young angel, in tormol,
waiting for the heart of the meadow,
to open entity flames of light, to shine thru day,
her eyes, oh, I have seen them, too,
dusted with rain weeping tears,
dreaming of a better turn, in this treacherous world,
while the sway of the willow hovered over,
her hands small, tiny, free, and helpless,
I have watched them, yearning for anew,
had the shadow of her dance, not whispered,
I probably never would of found her,
but her reflection was that of mine,
she was me, young and deserted,
a part of my yesteryear pain,
come, my sweet child,
that was the words she longed to hear,
but her head hung low,
hoping this time would pass,
I will help you,
for life should be a breath of love,
and only love,
your head, should never hang low,
you are the trellis, of the Lords hands,
and she swept her hair away from her wet eyes,
those tiny sprinkles told so much,
she had returned to soothe, that lost childhood,
in which was taken,
she was so very young,
she is my yesterday,
a part of grief I have yet to speak of,
I must heal her sorrows,
she belongs to me,
her name etches the same signature as mine,
and she sits in the meadow,
on the bench where the willow hovers over,
my lost child, within my heart!





Copyright © Valerie_Pearson ... [ 2003-02-09 19:00:00]
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Re: She Sits in the Meadow (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Sunday, 9th February 2003 @ 08:32:15 PM AEST
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Excelent write!!!
I know that feeling well!
Such a good description of ones self.
Very good!
PEACE, LUV, JOY.
emy


Re: She Sits in the Meadow (User Rating: 1 )
by MoonlitAngel on Sunday, 9th February 2003 @ 09:23:19 PM AEST
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Beautiful. Truly beautiful.

~ Moonlit Angel


Re: She Sits in the Meadow (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Monday, 10th February 2003 @ 12:42:52 AM AEST
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omg valerie, your in such a special place, your writings ovr' these last few days have touched me so........ huggs and love nessa


Re: She Sits in the Meadow (User Rating: 1 )
by LOWMAN613 on Monday, 10th February 2003 @ 09:25:13 AM AEST
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Val,like I said before you have a huge heart,youve been through so much in life!
This was so heartfelt & touching ! Great write!
Christina


Re: She Sits in the Meadow (User Rating: 1 )
by Wrybod on Wednesday, 12th February 2003 @ 02:33:08 PM AEST
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LD
I have the picture in my mind as clear as if I was standing by the gate. Lump in my throat.
Beautifully written.




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