Precious memories Linger –
ashes the only remains – that keep me warm –
in the Cold of my Winter years.
Warm memories almost erase –
the middle years when – the turbulent periods of wedded Life –
shadowed, poisoned, and imprisoned the Spirit.
Well tended and watered with many tears –
memories traverse the pathways of the mind – sometimes bringing a smile –
but more often sorrow, regret, and despair.
Long since retired from the wedded field –
never more to share a spouse's Life – Yet held hostage by the memories –
of the other half.
Where are my "wings" that I may soar –
through these stormy gales – through a realm of shattered dreams –
a waste land of broken promises.
What Lingers now remains –
only an unwilling chattel – suborned to the will of fate's design –
swept away – adrift on a tide of memories.
[Dorothy Hazel Tarr - 2011]
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