Spring, bright and fresh, birds sing as a cool
morning breeze floats through magnolia trees,
thoughts of long ago day’s surface into the now.
A gracious woman of the South rises from past
memories into the present, ice eyes, cheeks a
natural rose-colored, speaking with the sound
of dripping honey.
She leans toward a honeysuckle vine dreaming of
what was and what will never be, her chained heart
tugs at the sealed door.
A mocking bird sits and sings deep within the lilac
bush, as she dips her fingers slowly in a pebbly brook,
her reality; life passed her by, and the depths of her
sorrow never known.
Nevertheless, in her place of selfishness she never
denied her hate for the child she brought into her
unwanted world, does she deserve the name “mother”.
©2014.annjohnsonmurphree
Books at Amazon.com
http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=ann+johnson-murphree
ann johnson-murphree 
There is a resilient sadness in this verse yet a beauty all the same.
LikeLike
Thank you so very much, it means so much more coming from you. Ann
LikeLike
Reblogged this on The WordPress Blogatorium and commented:
Reblogged to the WordPres Blogatorium and inviting everyone to join the group at https://www.facebook.com/groups/thewordpressblogatorium/
Discover new blogs and authors, read blog reviews and more to come.
LikeLike
Thank you so very much. Ann
LikeLike
Such a striking contrast of images…Breath taking…
LikeLike
Thank you Michael that mean so much coming from you. Have a great day. Ann
LikeLike
Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
LikeLike
Ron, Thank you so very much for the reblog. Ann
LikeLike
you are very welcome, my pleasure to spread your work and thank YOU for allowing me to do so!
LikeLike
🙂
LikeLike