Monday, 11 May 2015

TILL EACH TEAR BECOMES A ROSE:

 UNTIL EACH TEAR BECOMES A ROSE:
Yesterday I did some spring cleaning,
Not of my apartment but my soul.
Wondering why on my birthday,
I had no cards or phone calls.

Despite it being my grand daughter's birthday,
No "Happy Birthday Nan".
It was then I did some soul searching
So I sat down and began.

I knew John in Spain would call later,
But the other two still silent.
I can't recall upsetting them.
So why won't they relent?

I thought perhaps my body language,
Sent unwanted messages over the years.
I've done all I could for them,
So why on my birthday was I in tears.

I thought way back over the years,
I've never taken their names in vain.
I love both my daughter and son equally
So why all this heartache and pain.?

I've come to the conclusion,
That it's their decision not mine.
One can't make someone talk,
Perhaps they will in time.

Until my prodigal daughter, son and grandchildren
In the fold safely again....I suppose.
I will remain ever hopeful,
Till each tear become a rose.
 
 


Copyright Yvonne Lewis 11/05/2015:

18 comments:

  1. I'm sorry Yvonne! It was Mother's Day here, which is why I sent the Mother's Day image. If I could send you a cake and hugs, I would.

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    1. Thanks Alex, it was a lovely guesture and I appreciated it very much,
      Thanks for the lovely comment and visit.
      Yvonne.

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  2. Happy Birthday. This is a great poem about a sad thing. My heart is with you.

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    1. Many thanks Gregg, enjoyed your visit,
      Yvonne.

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  3. One can't make someone talk,
    Perhaps they will in time.

    You've said it here Yvonne! Yes, perhaps they will in time! Hope has a way of making it happen!

    Hank

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  4. Thanks Hank for your visit and comment, hope is all I have left I have tried everything else.

    Yvonne.

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  5. It is a new way to see this matter. It is interesting as well. http://www.bellofpeace.org

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    1. Yes it is a different appraoch, but I do miss being a mother and grandmother.
      Thanks for your comment and message.
      Yvonne.

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  6. Always hope that they will come around

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  7. Yes Pat one must have Hope.
    Thanks for calling. by
    Yvonne.

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  8. Happy Birthday! I guess at this point, I'd expect them not to write or call. It's less of a disappointment that way. Then if they call, it will be a great surprise.

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  9. I guess you're right Sherry but it's still sould destroying totally alone on your birthday, I thought Christmas and Mother's Day was awful but Sunday was just horrible.

    Thanks for coming round and your wise comment,
    Yvonne.

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  10. Happy Birthday to you!!! You still have the blogging community!

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    1. Thanks Stephen, nice to know someone, somewhere in the world cares.
      Yvonne.

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  11. That is heartbreaking. I'm sorry! I hope that they'll come around and that your future birthdays will be full of love and happiness.

    Happy Birthday, Yvonne! *Hug*

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    1. Thank you chrys for your comment, I will get over it, but that's life I guess.

      Yvonne.

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  12. So heartfelt poem, deeply touches the heart.

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  13. Thanks for your comment much appreciated.
    Yvonne.

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