Midlife Crisis

Her dreams smelled of lavender

And if you had smelled them too

If you had seen the pure pastel glow

You would have surely held her hands

To show her the place that she should go

For at that age

Her dreams

Were the light of angel flutter

As sparkling as her tears were

As you turned your head away

To show her how to look

In the wrong direction

While her dreams

Fell so far deep

Even her soul could not feel them

Until another came

Smelling sweet lavender

Seeing the pure pastel glow in her eyes

He held his hands gently

Around her waist

Until she could stand to imagine

All that had been her dreams

So long ago.

10 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Renard Moreau
    Mar 18, 2014 @ 12:31:37

    [ Smiles ] Oh, another great poem!

    Reply

  2. Susan L Daniels
    Mar 18, 2014 @ 13:10:44

    Beautiful, Jen!

    Reply

  3. Talia Hardy
    Mar 19, 2014 @ 07:11:23

    We thumbs up Jen.

    Reply

  4. Sharmishtha Basu
    Mar 21, 2014 @ 01:13:05

    simply fabulous Jennifer. amazing, pure, full of beauty.

    Reply

  5. Angela
    Mar 26, 2014 @ 12:28:28

    You write with such tenderness, it flows through every line. πŸ™‚

    Reply

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