Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Twenty Five Long Years



                                                      She sat so all alone
                                                      on her porch upon a hill
                                                      the rocking started at dawn
                                                      in the early morning chill

                                                      Each day became the same
                                                      as her yesterdays did grow
                                                      her tears fell like rain
                                                      her hair white as snow

                                                      So much time had passed
                                                      since the day he went away
                                                      but wars continue to last
                                                      and mothers continue to pray

                                                      Separted by an ocean
                                                      each day she longed even more
                                                      to see her smiling son
                                                      walk through her front door

                                                      Each night when she went to bed
                                                      she left a candle bright
                                                      a flame in the window red
                                                      to guide him home at night

                                                      But no one did appear
                                                      upon her doorsteps there
                                                      she laid her worries and fear
                                                      upon God's shoulders in prayer

                                                      Today the rocking chair is empty
                                                       no candle can be found
                                                       just the wind blowing peacefully
                                                       with leaves covering the ground

                                                      The son she so yearned for
                                                       she's now crying joyful tears
                                                       he'd been waiting on another shore
                                                       for twenty five long years

                                                        Susie Swanson, 2012

26 comments:

  1. So touching - and true for so many mothers, now and then, whose sons (and daughters) make the ultimate sacrifice.

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  2. So sad, so true, but ultimately - so joyous. Bless you, Susie.

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  3. Thank you Gorges, this happened to a lady I knew..She's rejoicing now..

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  4. That's a good one, Susie, and isn't it sad that we sacrifice our best and bravest? Sometimes it's for a good cause, but other times, I wonder.

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  5. Wonderful Susie, I too am waiting for a son but he is only thirty miles away and disowned me last year.

    Yvonne.

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    1. Oh I'm so sorry to hear that Yvonne..I will be praying that everything works out for you..

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  6. Oh my, what a moving poem, Susie! Well written.

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  7. A sad and moving depiction of so much of her life, waiting to be reunited with her child. Life takes so many unexpected turns, doesn't it?

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  8. oh my goodness Susie, how heart wrenching! Oh my I want to hug the woman...the third stanza was gorgeous and painted a realisic photo in my mind...great work!

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  9. Oh that is so beautiful and also so sad. Blessings to you my friend..your heart is so lovely. xxxxxxxxxxxx

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    1. Thank you Crystal, you're a great inspiration my friend..

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  10. Hi Susie, this is one of the most heartfelt and beautiful poems I have ever read. It is so tender. I love the ending. It really shows the importance of holding on to love and faith no matter what. Staying loyal to the memory of our loved ones keeps them always alive in our heart and helps us to appreciate even more those that are still here with us. Have a wonderful weekend ahead Susie! Delisa :)

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    1. Thank you Delisa, that means a lot. Yes those memories are what keeps us going..Hope you have a nice weekend too.

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  11. Susie, Your poetry is wonderful. I love this peom today. Almost made me cry though. Happy Easter you and yours. Smiles, Susie(She Junks)

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    1. Thank you Susie, so sorry it made you cry..thank you for the sweet words.Happy Easter to you.

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  12. Oh Susie I liked this one. It reminds me of some of the old war songs Pap and Paul sing.

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  13. Thank you Tipper, glad you can relate.

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