Mystery Poem.
I smile
And walk through craziness
That clouds the hallways,
Not minding where I am and
Feeling crazy too.
I want to laugh out loud,
Walking around being one thing
While you float in and out of
My brain
Turning me into something else.
I am softer, and the pain
Of making room for you
In my center
Is mingled with the joy of finding
You there.
**I found this among my mother's things today, in her handwriting. I can only make an educated guess as to what it meant to her. Probably something similar to what it means to me.**
2 Comments:
You know, my friend is right. You people leave plenty of comments when I post nekkid pictures, but not one of you says a word about a poem my mom wrote.
Classy.
It is a very nice poem. My mom passed away in October of last year and she had tons and tons of poems stashed in notebooks all over the house. I think I know how you feel.. I've found several poems that mean a lot to me and I'm sure they were similar meanings for her.
Thank you for sharing it.
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