THE SWAN

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    THE SWAN



    Once my mom told me a story
    About a swan singing a song…
    She says the swan knew death was coming
    And before it happens…
    It wanted all birds around listen
    A beautiful Love song to sparkle the lake

    She told me the swan was enchanted
    Because never ever a swan sang a song
    As a girl I was listening attentively
    Without understanding
    The story at all

    She continued… and I was delighted
    To hear the end of my mom’s tale
    But instead, I saw her eyes closing
    … As she whispered
    A song… I will never forget

    Later on I discover the story
    Was not even true, was only a fairy- tale
    But I keep in my heart her anecdote
    As I believe truth… everything she said
    As I remember her
    In a Love song … through sparkles
    As the Swan in the lake…

    ©copyright 2010

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    carynontherhine commented on THE SWAN

    08-02-2010

    This is absolutely amazing write! Loved it so much, I just read it for the third time. Is this fiction or non. Does not really matter much but poems about Mother's will always make me cry. I lost her but have relived a part of her through reading poems. This is why I like this so very much. But not for the memory but the poem itself.
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    Secretdreams

    08/02/2010

    Thank you so much. Unfortunately is a true story. I was 14 years old when this happened and I went to bed after she told me her story. The next day she was gone. Thank you for visiting. I am sorry for your lost and is true poetry make us relax even though sometimes we got sad when reading. Love Gloria

    Tempestlady commented on THE SWAN

    07-19-2010

    Oh! I wish you would have shared the song...This one isn't finished yet. Please add the song or the meaning so we can feel that special feeling too. Write on...
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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