
By Beverly Greene
NOTE: This award winning poem is protected by international copyright laws and may NOT be reproduced in any form without the author's expressed and written consent.
As the rocking chair makes the old porch creak,
the past is lived, if only in the greying mind.
Before the ragged, patched apron falls heavily to the floor
beside the jagged, dirty hat all ready resting,
again a lover's hand is felt on a firm breast,
a friend's embrace soothes the wet post marks of pain,
the wind dances through young hair, sand through young toes,
and peace comes at least to a barely beating heart.
Heaven was felt without knowledge of its existence,
now it will be savoured for eternity by the hands
that clutched for it in their last efforts of life.
Yes, now freedom against a blue sea of sky is found
where even an old, darkened, isolated rose can fly.
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