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Until She Cried

Now, will his grown son reject him--then he will know how she felt--until she cried


Until She Cried

She looked into his sea-green eyes,

Hoping his love for her was still alive

She cupped his handsome face in her hands,

She portrayed only her love---implying no demands.

She charted his face with her eyes of blue,

His hands were in her long blonde hair---then too.

She traced his lips,

With her silky-velvet fingertips.

She had to know if love still lived in his heart,

Before he left her---this time to be apart.

In the Twilight moments before it was dark,

She urgently looked-for---a love spark.

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She stood in the moonlight looking exquisitely forsaken,

She had only one heart to give---and it was taken.

She could heard his friend in the distance as they waited,

He knew this journey---she hated.

She knew his huge muscular body---had a heart inside,

But still he walked away---but none of her love died.

She tried to kiss his lips goodbye---but he turned his head,

Telling her their love was dead.

He gave her a quick look---then jumped on his bike,

She watched his Harley go out-of-sight---he and his friends were so alike.

She thought---I will never be his bride,

So dejected---she cuddle her baby closer to her side.

She was being strong---his jade eyes smiled looking up at her face,

Mama will take care of you---in this very place.

The baby cooed and smiled---until she cried,

For this day a love had died.

In later Years

Silence was reverent after the preacher prayed,

Lavender roses were softly placed on her coffin---now where she laid.

Her son was twenty now---very much of a man,

His jade eyes were shining with tears unshed---he

wiped them away with his huge hand.

In the shadows of a cherry tree---stood an older version of him,

A man whose jade eyes had not dimmed.

Everyone had left the grave site,

All but her son---he stood there until night.

The older man had stayed in the dark shadows of the moon,

All night they stood---until the next day---it was noon.

Her son knelt and said, “Mama I will be back---I love you.”

Then the older man came forward and knelt too.

He asked her to forgive him for being a fool---then he cried in this quiet place,

Suddenly a warm soft breeze caressed his handsome face---

Then he knew,

She had always loved him too.

Now the son stood in the shadows watching his dad,

He had promised her forgiveness of him---but not--- now he was too sad.

They both walked out together---not a word was spoken,

They both knew her heart had been broken.

The older man got into his car,

He was tired and---his journey would be far.

The son gave a quick look---then jumped on his bike,

The father watched his Harley go out of site,

The last glimpse of his son would probably be his last---he sighed,

Until he cried.

God Bless the People of Our Earth.

This content reflects the personal opinions of the author. It is accurate and true to the best of the author’s knowledge and should not be substituted for impartial fact or advice in legal, political, or personal matters.

© 2021 Barbara Purvis Hunter


Barbara Purvis Hunter (author) from Florida on April 18, 2021:

Hi Nithya Venkat,

Thank you for reading and enjoying my poem--I appreciate your visit.

Have a wonderful and safe week.

Bobbi Purvis

Nithya Venkat from Dubai on April 18, 2021:

A beautiful poem, touched my heart.

Barbara Purvis Hunter (author) from Florida on April 18, 2021:

Hi Brenda Arledge,

Thanks for reading my poem. I love writing and reading poems.

Stay Safe and Well,

Until Later,

Bobbi Purvis

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on April 18, 2021:

Oh wow! What a wonderful, but sad story.

You took us on a journey through your words & painted each scene in our minds.

A very touching story...especially loved the son with the older man in the shadows at her gravesite.

Great job!

Barbara Purvis Hunter (author) from Florida on April 18, 2021:

Hi Misbath,

I am happy for your visit and later I will visit your hubs.

Have a wonderful Sunday.

Keep Well and Safe,

Bobbi Purvis

Barbara Purvis Hunter (author) from Florida on April 18, 2021:

Hi Bill,

Words unspoken are sometimes better than ones we can hear--it depends--I suppose.

It is always great to hear from the 'Cream of the Crop' so to speak.

Have a wonderful day.

Bobbi Purvis

Misbah Sheikh from — This Existence Is Only an Illusion on April 18, 2021:

You described a heart breaking story in a very beautiful way through your poetry. These lines made my heart cry, “She had only one heart to give---and it was taken.”

Blessings and Peace

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on April 18, 2021:

Lovely and extremely sad, my friend. Well-written, of course, you told the story well, and profoundly sad...words left unspoken are always sad, I think.

Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on April 18, 2021:

You told a sad story in your exquisitely written poem.

Barbara Purvis Hunter (author) from Florida on April 18, 2021:

Hi Chitrangada Sharan,

I am happy you enjoyed it. I have written so many poems--so I will probably share some more of my favorites.

Stay Well,

Bobbi Purvis

Chitrangada Sharan from New Delhi, India on April 18, 2021:

Heartfelt poem, but so beautifully expressed, Bobbi.

Thank you for sharing this.

Barbara Purvis Hunter (author) from Florida on April 18, 2021:

Hi John Hansen,

Thank you for reading it. Poems are fun to write and read.

Stay Well,

Bobbi Purvis

John Hansen from Gondwana Land on April 17, 2021:

Very well-written poetry describing a heart-breaking story. Thanks for sharing, Bobby.

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