the road

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    the road
    the road
    She stood 
    small and alone in the warm afternoon sun
    in her child’s mind she 
    she watched a car go by in the distance
    it’s passing causing little swirls of dust
    to dance and play on the road
    tears slid down her cheeks
    forming wet circles on the collar 
    of her white dress
    she looked down her shoes
    the magic shoes
    the shoes the old man had bought for her
    today he lay still and peaceful
    there was no smile on his face
    she looked again at her magic shoes
    she knew that they would make him smile again 
    she smiled
    a secret smile of happiness
    a smile a grandfather could share 
    She stood 
    small and alone in the warm afternoon sun
    in her child’s mind she 
    she watched a car go by in the distance
    it’s passing causing little swirls of dust
    to dance and play on the road
    tears slid down her cheeks
    forming wet circles on the collar 
    of her white dress
    she looked down her shoes
    the magic shoes
    the shoes the old man had bought for her
    today he lay still and peaceful
    there was no smile on his face
    she looked again at her magic shoes
    she knew that they would make him smile again 
    she smiled
    a secret smile of happiness
    a smile a grandfather could share 

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    Whiskers commented on the road

    03-16-2011

    I love how observant you are and how you can tell it so fluidly and with such peaceful compassion. Incredible. Blessings, W.
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    train64

    03/16/2011

    Thanks so much for the kind words..wrote that years ago..thinking of my sister at my grandfather's funeral..i never saw either grandfather.. My sister would have been around 5 or 6 when my maternal GFdied.. My Dad's Dad died in 1926! My grandmother lived till 1960. They had 13 kids..or someitng like that.. I had aunts and uncles who died before i was born..

    Teardrops commented on the road

    03-14-2011

    I love how she remembers the happy times at this time of sadness you are truly my favorite poet .Love this poem Marie
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