a young woman sits and then waits...near a giant tree, and her favorite listening place
today she would meet with this friend... 95 old with secrets hidden within a grimacing face
as if she had the key to the place this prison encased... and once the lock was unlatched
they would walk on a path old and worn with cobble that's cracked... talk of the past
it starts with a cough and a gasp....
lets see he says seven/three/eight three my birthday, the reason why Gretchen Leeds hates me
she wanted a daughter we were twins she lost her... I was fostered... Gretchen weeped daily
destiny? maybe, but she walked into the Ionian Sea hands up she was clutching rosary beads
she stood under the water frozen it seemed ready to die alone with only the ocean to breath
can you picture a worse scene? I was 13, seen it all... I yelled out why me a curse undeemed
in sleep the day would replay .. I would burst in screams while I was still immersed in dreams
survived unloved disdained... then rise above again... to thrive in love... and gain...
meaning... despite the bull@#$%! live life to the fullest... it derived from mothers sick pain
then she speaks to him "your walk it has come to end.. OUR mother her life it has begun again
this path is only taken when your ready not to run and then... you rest amongst loved ones and friends
through tears and grief he managed to speak "are u my sister".. she hands him her damaged leaf
now he can barely breath... she says to him "now its time to take your place upon the family tree"
Source: http://forums.familyfriendpoems.com/topic.asp?TOPIC_ID=40537
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