On her mother's step

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On her mother’s stone step, she sits and dreams

The same step she cleaned and crossed so often

Her dress, crisp and clean in the sunshine gleams

This backstreet beauty, rare rose in blossom


What whims flicker through her wandering mind

Perchance what prospect does life hold in store

Will her journey be gentle not unkind?

Shall her story be one of less not more?


In her soft hands, there is cradled a book

Pages fully filled, they make her think

Will her account be worth a second look?

Perhaps, with her own pen, and her own ink


Though gone now sunlit days of drifting dreams

And moons, waxed and waned, like yesterday it seems


◄ Dark Mystery

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Graham Parker

Thu 9th May 2019 09:12

Thank you John, that's very kind of you to say.

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Jason Bayliss

Wed 8th May 2019 23:51

Really lovely sentiment and beautifully lyrical, it has a lovely rise and fall to it.


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Graham Parker

Wed 8th May 2019 22:38

This sonnet was inspired by a photograph of my mother which would have been taken in the early 50's. It always struck me as a lost in time moment that I could go back to even though I was never there. It is a two-way reflection on life.

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