The Path

[Delta40]

I heard the thunder but didn't care
Back then,
when there was nothing to lose
but the shoes I'd borrowed
from my mother
passed out on the couch,
you pressed me against yours.
Her heels dug into your flesh
and I felt the deluge building,
lightning flashes across a vision of hope
which time and time again escaped me
even as truth settled like a heavy cloud.
And while her wasted years
were on display,
her shoe would briefly come loose
in a greedy moment of passion.
There was always an end to freedom
then back to where I came from,
a return to the path she had walked
wearing the shoes I borrowed.

[Charles Darnay]

wonderful reading for a stormy evening, or any time really.

[Jerrybaldy]

Walking in your mother's shoes? The suggestion of your father or somebody else? Jealousy? Resentment?

Very good read, Delta.

[Delta40]

something like that. I'm not sure.

[Lykren]

Reminded me of the wizard of Oz. Not a bad poem at all, Delta40.

[Delta40]

Lol. There's no place like home....

[Bar22do]

To me, dear Delta, it reads like fate, same patterns going on from generation to generation, with the disappointments, pain, always back to the starting point... therefore it saddened me greatly. There is some deep truth in and between your words... beautifully expressed.

[Delta40]

To me, dear Delta, it reads like fate, same patterns going on from generation to generation, with the disappointments, pain, always back to the starting point... therefore it saddened me greatly. There is some deep truth in and between your words... beautifully expressed.

That's it, dear Bar.