In the lamplight
the little girl trudges home
head down
step weary
thoughts heavy
mind on the past
of dreams and hopes
forsaken and realised
thinking how a dream is no longer as good
when it happens
a let down
a prelude of nothingness ahead
and the effort of forging another goal
as having none
is the distant tree with no branches
no balance
nothing for the wind to make music
and once inside the house
in her lonely bedroom
she removes her hat and gloves
putting them carefully away
but leaving her coat on the bed
she looks in the mirror
seeing an elderly lady look back
with a knowing smile
experienced
and worldly
and wonders why she took so long
coming home
Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 8:33 PM UTC
In the lamplight
the little girl trudges home
head down
step weary
thoughts heavy
mind on the past
of dreams and hopes
forsaken and realised
thinking how a dream is no longer as good
when it happens
a let down
a prelude of nothingness ahead
and the effort of forging another goal
as having none
is the distant tree with no branches
no balance
nothing for the wind to make music
and once inside the house
in her lonely bedroom
she removes her hat and gloves
putting them carefully away
but leaving her coat on the bed
she looks in the mirror
seeing an elderly lady look back
with a knowing smile
experienced
and worldly
and wonders why she took so long
coming home
© Jill Vance 2008