To my Aunt Roe, whom I love

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To My Aunt Roe, Whom I Love
A poem
By K.T. Leone


Where are the arms that once held me?
Where are the sweet words that once spoke of undying love?
Where are the hands that once cleaned my new skin?
Where are the lullabies that sang of God above?

Where did that time go?
When the world was all mine,
when my smile could light the room,
when all I did was sublime.

I was someone's baby once
but that time seems no more
with the passage of the years
have I somehow closed that door.

I was perfect once
a lamb without a spot,
but the waves eroded that facade
and all my schemes turned for not.

What of that love then,
that of a mother to her son?
Did that too drift away
with all the deeds that I have done?

The innocence that was a once loved child
I Feel is now but lost,
but I still strive to regain it
no matter what the cost.

I cannot turn back time
though I oft wish I could.
I still seek the love of yore,
and return to that which was good.

I am still your son
and you are still my mother
That love I once felt at birth
can be replaced by no other

We cannot go back,
we can only go forward
and that love can be rekindled
if it what we strive toward.



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we cannot go back

No, we cant. But maybe we can make some kind of peace with our pasts, and hope for "love rekindled"

Thank you for sharing this.

Dorothycolleen, member of Bailey's Angels

Dorothycolleen, member of Bailey's Angels

Beautiful

What a lovely poem!

Thank you.

Nice

Nice poem I know what is like to write something like that for a lost one I feel for you.

Yours Truly

Arina

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Thank you.

This is beautiful.


Dio vi benedica tutti
Con grande amore e di affetto
Andrea Lena
Crying is all right in its own way while it lasts. But you have to stop sooner or later,
and then you still have to decide what to do. ― C.S. Lewis
Love, Andrea Lena

to aunt roe

Beautiful
robert

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