Pages Of My Mind

Pages Of My Mind short poem

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I take out my book I look at the pages
Oh the depth of all that through me rages
There is so many things I have left behind
So many shredded by the ravages of time

When I was young, time was my friend
Oh how I longed to be older then
But now so much I have lost you know
I smile as again through my mind they flow

I see my sister and I playing outside
I see the shetland pony that we’d ride
I see the dogs at play with us then
I see again my closest dearest friend

I close my eyes and I just drift away
To sweeter times in sweeter days
Love then was bright and young
Life a song just waiting to be sung

My mom was there right with me too
Taught me what I needed to get through
She took my hand and she led me on
Till the day came she was just gone

In my mind I still can touch her face
As back through time my steps I retrace
I see again the first boy to notice me
Though I wondered how that could be

Then I recall the man who made me his wife
So much love and joy mixed with the strife
You my love were my light along the way
My refuge at the end of a long tiring day

Once again my tears they begin to fall
As my mind sifts again through it all
I close my book put it back on the shelf
And once again my mind returns to itself

But my book is there just waiting for me
It brings me back to how things use to be
There in my book such solace I find
As I wonder through the pages of my mind

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I am 58 years old. I have two grown children and 3 grand daughters. I am a widow I lost my husband after 32 years of marriage to cancer 5 years ago. It was the pain of that loss that made me turn to poetry. I write all kinds of poetry. My biggest occupation is finding an idea I can turn into a poem . I have written 1000 poems and still writing.
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