Musings by The Poet Loriet
Rocky Road
* This poem...is not my most poetic...but was written for a friend who is going through a hard time watching a child walk in the same footsteps...that my friend did~and it hurts them...just letting them know they're in my thoughts!
Rocky Road
You came to me,
tail tucked between
your legs,
guilt spiralling through
your core,
as if you were a twist
ice cream cone,
half remorse,
half dreams.
Voice shaking,
but standing
straight as an arrow,
you faced your mistake
in a head-on collision,
the reverberations
showed in the creases
of your worried brow.
I wanted to be angry...
to say "I told you so",
but the little child
that I love
peeked out at me
from behind the eyes
of the man
you have become--
and I melted.
I thought of my
younger self,
a distant shadow
of the very same mistakes
fell across the dreams
I had so vividly painted
in technicolor oil paints
across the canvas
of your future.
But, I remember, son
how I would have
been so relieved
for a warm hand
on my shoulder,
a touch of humor
to break the tension.
These bridges
are the big steel
suspension kind--
the kind not easily mended
if broken,
so I want you to know...
I will tiptoe
across this bridge with you,
side by side.
Take my hand--
I've walked this path
and I'll guide you,
for you will always
be my child.
Our blended tears
will be the breadcrumbs
(should we have to
retrace our steps)
to help us find our
way back home,
even on
the darkest night.
Lori Beal
Rocky Road
You came to me,
tail tucked between
your legs,
guilt spiralling through
your core,
as if you were a twist
ice cream cone,
half remorse,
half dreams.
Voice shaking,
but standing
straight as an arrow,
you faced your mistake
in a head-on collision,
the reverberations
showed in the creases
of your worried brow.
I wanted to be angry...
to say "I told you so",
but the little child
that I love
peeked out at me
from behind the eyes
of the man
you have become--
and I melted.
I thought of my
younger self,
a distant shadow
of the very same mistakes
fell across the dreams
I had so vividly painted
in technicolor oil paints
across the canvas
of your future.
But, I remember, son
how I would have
been so relieved
for a warm hand
on my shoulder,
a touch of humor
to break the tension.
These bridges
are the big steel
suspension kind--
the kind not easily mended
if broken,
so I want you to know...
I will tiptoe
across this bridge with you,
side by side.
Take my hand--
I've walked this path
and I'll guide you,
for you will always
be my child.
Our blended tears
will be the breadcrumbs
(should we have to
retrace our steps)
to help us find our
way back home,
even on
the darkest night.
Lori Beal
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