Gypsy
Gratitude, integrity, and compassion.
standing at this mirror
what does she see?
Rosy cheeks, voice so sweet
Even angels could see.
If you looked just right
her soul showed her pain
wide eyes see back
this is insane!
A slow detachment
from child till mother
Life kept on spinning
until she beget another.
Joy fades to fear
fear gives way to grief
from mother to crone
the image far to brief
The soul that stares back
she doesn't yet know
how did this happen?
where did she go?
fingers trace lines
each one hard gained
where is the wisdom?
nothing learned from this pain?
Looking away
She realized how late
Heading to bed
with Death's slow gait
Sheet pulled up tight
tucked under her chin
with one last sigh
she slips from her skin
The cycle complete
at the same time begins
Time doesn't matter
just your soul in the end
what does she see?
Rosy cheeks, voice so sweet
Even angels could see.
If you looked just right
her soul showed her pain
wide eyes see back
this is insane!
A slow detachment
from child till mother
Life kept on spinning
until she beget another.
Joy fades to fear
fear gives way to grief
from mother to crone
the image far to brief
The soul that stares back
she doesn't yet know
how did this happen?
where did she go?
fingers trace lines
each one hard gained
where is the wisdom?
nothing learned from this pain?
Looking away
She realized how late
Heading to bed
with Death's slow gait
Sheet pulled up tight
tucked under her chin
with one last sigh
she slips from her skin
The cycle complete
at the same time begins
Time doesn't matter
just your soul in the end
