Experiences shape our lives <br />in ways we don't quite realize, <br />As I sit next to my mother's bed <br />I gaze on the photographs I had. <br /> <br />I filled my fantasy with flowers <br />in rich pink purples and sunny yellows, <br />paths leading to green pastures, <br />and pure white lilies. <br /> <br />In this dream life, my mother kissed my father as he lays here, <br />giving my father encouraging words <br />to hope still for long life... <br />Yet, my mom can't... <br /> <br />Sitting under my tree <br />I gazed on the redbud in bloom, <br />the trees in full leaf against the gray sky <br />Inside this magical dream setting. <br /> <br />I see a lady's unspoken prayers, <br />answered: to have this place, this time, <br />this man I long to lay my eyes upon with - smelling the scent of his breath with mine, <br />covering his arms around me under my tree, <br />looking intimately with each other <br />as his lips draw closer in reality... <br /> <br />This life I never thought <br />be possible when I was a little girl, <br /> dreaming through a Sunday sermon. <br />And I understand life is full of answered prayers, <br />if I just take time to see and work for it. <br />Hmn...and have faith.<br /><br />Inner Whispers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/picture-perfect-21/
