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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358264" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Her</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was a laughing child<br>That did not know and<br>Did not fathom <br>Time was catching up with me when<br>Everywhere behind me<br>Whether looking towards the future or<br>Leaving the past behind, <br>Her eyes, hazel in the daylight’s shadow and<br>Her hair, thick, with wisps of gray, <br>Would frame her countenance, <br>So young and beautiful, and<br>Her hands, thin, delicate and pristine, as <br>Those of an artist…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rain would fall in torrents the day<br>I decided no longer to fear the<br>Raucous sounds about our home-<br>She would bake bread and sing tunes, <br>Leaving me to wonder why<br>She had stayed in bed for days and nights past-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those days went by quickly as<br>The second hand spun around the clock<br>Above the kitchen table- under which<br>I would play-<br>Though always in solitude, <br>I was an Indian, a princess or<br>On the best of days a queen-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was a wonder that<br>Years later<br>I was the same laughing child<br>Weeping tears of despair, <br>Dark shadows cast upon the walls of<br>My bedroom would<br>Obliterate any sunlight left in our lives…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her eyes, hazel in the daylight’s shadows, <br>Now tear filled as her hair, <br>Now gray in the dark of the world outside …</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her laughter, now was transforming to deadly silence; <br>Flowers stood limply in a vase in the middle of the kitchen table where<br>She would sit, her head resting between her hands-<br>Long and thin as those of an artist, <br>Wrinkled, now, years later-<br>A tear cascading down her cheek-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hardly understood<br>Life’s meaning-<br>My life was far from under that same table-<br>My world so very small, <br>But all mine and mine alone-<br>I had picked those flowers-<br>Wilted dandelions- and a single rose<br>From father’s garden-<br>Though always alone, <br>Never laughing, never weeping, <br>Never smiling-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At night, stars were falling and<br>My thoughts were screaming<br>“Come back! Come back! ”<br>That was the moment I first heard them-<br>The unfamiliar voices-<br>She would sit at the same table, <br>Not noticing the dandelions, but only the rose-<br>The second hand spun as quickly around the clock as<br>My world was spiraling out of control-<br>And she would sit on the edge of her <br>Wrought iron framed queen sized bed<br>Her head resting in her hands<br>Still long, thin and like those of an artist-<br>Frozen<br>Still…</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Claudia+Krizay">Claudia Krizay</a><div class=q>
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That did not know and
Did not fathom 
Time was catching up with me when
Everywhere behind me
Whether looking towards the future or
Leaving the past behind, 
Her eyes, hazel in the daylight’s shadow and
Her hair, thick, wit..."></div>
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