Slowly on the sunset’s field
Dark blood stains seep
Staining brown ground red
As pain attends the final moments
Of the dying’s moans and screams
Sometimes at dusk it seems as though
This driven pain
Causes tears to spring from my eyes
Just as red poppie blooms burst free
With the early rush of spring
And although I never knew
The touch of you
And even though
My mother rarely spoke of it
Your absence haunted us all
At dusk I feel the silence
Sometimes as blessing
Sometimes as burden
Longing for the soldier I never met
Who owns a piece of my heart
Echoes within echoes
Resound
As I find a way to hold it all
I am the young child
Longing
And the grown woman
Waiting
Both are here
Along with my ancestors
Whispering in the wings
‘We only wish for you to make a home’
For all these feelings never known
Yes
And please
I do
Long
To move on
For these tears must now leave
A place were new life can grow
From the petals of this dying rose
Which must be shed
Along with this
Heavy burden
Of ancestral suffering
That’s wonderful
You are always so lovely to me Gary..bless you ♥️🌷♥️
Very deep🙏🏼 great writing
Thanks so much it came out if my ancestral healing process thus week. Much appreciated.🌷