DANCING WHISPERS by Eva Marie Cagley

Dancing Whispers

Looking through a looking glass every now and then,

I see a flourishing green acreage, we once called home.

With children playing yard games to the yellow yard light

and fireflies blinking lights in clear glass mason jars never to roam.

Playing hide and seek and Red Rover-Red Rover:

Those are the times I’D LIKE TO LIVE OVER…

A brand-new prefab home sits there instead.

The house in ruins— torn down, not even a single bed…

No place to lay my weary head.

There’s no revolving door anymore, no treasure kept within from before.

It’s just you’ve been gone so long, and, in this life, we carry on.

I tarry not here too long missing you all, the way that I do.

But these thoughts fill up my head. So, I write them down instead.

Hoping they’ll dance telepathically to you…

But carry on, I will! Looking for you on a merry lush green hill,

skipping along on a clearly marked gravel trail,

I’m staring into the brightest tangerine sun

praying on bended knee you can see me this day,

that you may know my love is here always to stay.

Looking Heavenly beyond the misty white billowing clouds

that form images of yesteryears. . . Visions dancing:

The way we played music upon the flowered deck and danced. . .

These memories will always last. Looking through this looking glass.

It’s been too long since you’ve been gone.

You are always in my heart, my spirit, my soul…

Where I can feel your glowing warmth!

On this frigid winter’s night, I curl up with my favorite afghan from you

listening to the tune of your whispers dancing in the sweet melody of the night.

Eva Marie Cagley was born and raised in Waterloo Iowa, where she spent most of her time working with teenagers in a group home and at a Juvenile Detention Center as a counsellor. Working with teenagers gave her great joy, having had none of her own. She comes from a large family of nine children having six brothers and two sisters. She has always had a love for poetry, and has published 4 poetry books of her own, including her latest The Airwaves of My Soul, available on Lulu.com and Amazon Kindle. She also authored God's Whispers available gratis as a digital book here. Connect with Eva via Email: eva.marie11@hotmail.com or cagley11@aol.com

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