Samantha was 82 years young,
life had been hard,
from most things she'd been barred,
looking after her mother,
Samantha's life got smothered,
but now she was free,
With eyes that could clearly see,
asked herself,
Is it to late?
to youth,
relate?
finding a website,
Hello poetry,
a delightful sight,
Samantha made a profile picture,
taken in 1955,
so young, so alive,
writing poetry came easy,
the intervening years vanished,
Samantha was that young girl again,
Gone, all the struggle and pain,
this was a second chance,
all her built up emotion,
her words, her devotion,
the first poem was hard to upload,
the words were true,
but lived, long ago,
this could be wrong,
But it felt so right,
the poem was called,
In the dead of night.
The next morning, Samantha felt apprehensive, would anyone like the words she'd written?
but to her delight,
people had made comments, with such insight,
truly understanding, what intentions
were meant,
not confused, twisted or bent,
the years melted away,
Samantha was that young girl,
with things to say,
after so long,
stuck in the mud,
never to late
for a happy childhood.
Dec 7, 2025
Dec 7, 2025 at 6:24 AM UTC
Samantha was 82 years young,
life had been hard,
from most things she'd been barred,
looking after her mother,
Samantha's life got smothered,
but now she was free,
With eyes that could clearly see,
asked herself,
Is it to late?
to youth,
relate?
finding a website,
Hello poetry,
a delightful sight,
Samantha made a profile picture,
taken in 1955,
so young, so alive,
writing poetry came easy,
the intervening years vanished,
Samantha was that young girl again,
Gone, all the struggle and pain,
this was a second chance,
all her built up emotion,
her words, her devotion,
the first poem was hard to upload,
the words were true,
but lived, long ago,
this could be wrong,
But it felt so right,
the poem was called,
In the dead of night.
The next morning, Samantha felt apprehensive, would anyone like the words she'd written?
but to her delight,
people had made comments, with such insight,
truly understanding, what intentions
were meant,
not confused, twisted or bent,
the years melted away,
Samantha was that young girl,
with things to say,
after so long,
stuck in the mud,
never to late
for a happy childhood.
