Adopted Memories of Life

Shades of Life

This poem is written from the point of view of a woman who was violated, but tried to do her best for the child subsequently born. I hope it conjures up the images that I hope to portray, especially the devastation left behind. The photograph of the red rose is from my own collection and it has special personal memories for me.

Mothers Rose

My favourite red rose.
My favourite red rose. | Source

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The stunning beauty of the blood red rose,

with a prick so sharp as to draw blood.

Glorious petals of velvet touch unfold

to the wealth of daylight hours that stray

like blossoms chasing over the grave.

Beneath which lays the remains in dust.

of a mother laid to rest, was brave

and who’s sad shadows are those that live,

In ignorance and abandoned bliss.


Her love once cherished, her tender touch

so cradled within her breast,

engaging shudders of lingering lust

now gone below ground to rest.

Memories of those most missed,

who should always be called to hear

of the love from the child above

to the heart of his mother, dear.


She was so tender and forever close her touch.

the grave holds no secrets, pain is just a blush

from a vision of life that has let her slip away,

with a betrayal told in daylight hours

that should never be allowed to stay.


Golden tendrils spiral from the sun above,

the raindrops flow gently down to earth,

and from the heart of man and child

has wisdom shown what it is worth?

Cherished thoughts, secrets shared

as love forth from the loins did stray.

A gift of love that has been blessed,

and secretly sent his way.


A man sits upon a bench to seek his rightful heir,

a rainbows crest waits in the sky, until his cries are heard,

for the love of his kindred spirit he doth mourn,

the violation he committed has left him all fore lorn.

For wondrous is the gift of life to share with other men,

and the grace and poise of the lily white

Is left to grace our home again.


Yet, the stamens of bright orange within these walls

to share their brilliance to the end of time,

are wrapped in cellophane for those to see

through the closed eyelids in their minds.


Hope and fear are born of man,

and everlasting they should be.

Lest anyone forget the mother broken to her knees,

with lost pride for her young children

who lead a life of crime and shame.

Such tender knowledge, the portrait of life painted

as she prayed they would never gain

insight from the woman left to shrivel and lie

In the shadows deep and the forgotten grave,

In the recess of his mind.


If life was just a garden, then let it be ordained,

full of beauty and endless colours

to be admired, nonchalantly, framed

as a profusion of great feelings to honour our love so true

memories forever secret, kept lovingly of you.


From marigolds and tulips,

that grace upon this earth

visions of such calm and serenity for all it is worth,

and the strength of the tall pine tree

with needles fine and sharp,

as to remind the grieving soul, sweet music from the harp.


Yest-er year still stands alone, vibrant and stunning,

forever in the corpses mind, the sight of children running.

Until one day we leave this land from whence wherever we came

and are just returned again to dust, and there always to remain,

Those memories of who we were conceived from love or lust.

our parents duly named but who we couldn’t trust.

And as Mother Nature cares for all in which she believes,

Let this landscape of our hereditary cast wishes upon the breeze.

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Movie Master 5 years ago from United Kingdom

Such a powerful poem Annette, sad but beautiful, the red rose is lovely.

Voting up and beautiful, best wishes MM


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A.A. Zavala 5 years ago from Texas

Very powerful Net.


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Genna East 5 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

This is truly beautiful, Annette.

I especially liked…

“If life was just a garden, then let it be ordained,

full of beauty and endless colours

to be admired, nonchalantly, framed

as a profusion of great feelings to honour our love so true

memories forever secret, kept lovingly of you.”

Such sadness that finds its way to a kind of redemption through remembrance and regret.


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Rosemay50 5 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

Such a sad and tracic poem but hope glimmers through.

A powerful write


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mary615 5 years ago from Florida

How sad, but beautiful. The rose was a beautiful photo to include, too. Voted this UP, etc.etc. I just love following you of so much talent. Regards, Mary


femmeflashpoint 5 years ago

Irish,

I'm still learning the hang of poetry, and often, the entirety of the picture painted in the words escapes me.

However, the "feeling" I derived from this one in my attempt to decipher it was .... goodness! It's one of the saddest things I've ever read. :(

For the lady who lies in the tomb, I hope there will always be someone with a kind heart to place a rose there for her often.


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thebluestar 5 years ago from Northern Ireland Author

My dear friend mar, you are too kind to think of me so. You always raise my spirit and encourage me to test myself. I appreciate your friendship and the knowledge that you are always there.

Much love x


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marcoujor 5 years ago from Jeffersonville PA

Dearest Annette,

The color of your rose matches the color of the heart these words are written with. This conveys deep sadness, yet still a moving on/ a healing/ a hope for what is yet to be.

I found it Awesome, Beautiful and EXQUISITE, like you, mar.


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thebluestar 5 years ago from Northern Ireland Author

Hi Joyce, how are you my dear friend? Thank you for your support again hunnie.


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thebluestar 5 years ago from Northern Ireland Author

Hi Martie, thank you for the lovely comment. You are such an inspirational writer and I love being able to follow your talent. Take care my dear friend. x


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thebluestar 5 years ago from Northern Ireland Author

Swati, welcome to my little space in Hub land. Thank you for stopping by and welcome to our hub family.


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thebluestar 5 years ago from Northern Ireland Author

Cardissa, hi hunnie. Thank you for your support. I always love to see you visiting. x


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thebluestar 5 years ago from Northern Ireland Author

Ardie,thank you so much for the lovely encouraging comment. I hope that I didn't make you too sad. lol


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writer20 5 years ago from Southern Nevada

Beautiful poignant poem. Voted you up up and away great writer.


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MartieCoetser 5 years ago from South Africa

Touching! When I read poems like this I thank God for my parents - they were absolutely super... almost perfect. You've touch my heart with this one, Annette. I'm giving you my best wishes.


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swati tanwar 5 years ago

good


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Cardisa 5 years ago from Jamaica

Very powerful Annette, every word wrought with emotion.


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Ardie 5 years ago from Neverland

This poem is so very sad - it leaves me feeling empty. If you wanted to portray astounding sadness you have achieved your goal. Thank you for sharing this sadly beautiful work. I have voted up.

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