20 July, 2014

Untitled #2

Quietly quaint, looking long
The road labors ahead
Carrying us upon our journey

Tall tree’s shadows shroud
The path we choose to take
My father, gently, tells me – this trip is for my sake

There’s something, I know, I don’t understand why
But I see my mamma’s face – they look like she could cry
And something tells me soon, I will die

My sister holds my hand in hers
My brother’s arm draped ’round my shoulders
Smiling, though not sincere – I know what it is they fear

We reach our destination – but it is just a start
Mamma’s hand in my left, Papa’s in my right
Mamma prays, “Please do your part.”

Up a trail we climb, high–high–high
I wince, my chest hurts – it’s my heart, my hand’s squeezed tight
Brave and strong, I say to them, “I’m alright.”

We reach our final destination and at once I see
My dream come true, far out below me
Nothing but clear sky

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