The time and date is:
5:58 am Friday, 20 October 2017
* Home

Sections
* Ballads
* Ballad Features
* Burns
* McGonagall
* Other Poetry
* Scottish Writers
* Scots Glossary

Poets
* Alphabetical List
* Featured List

Poems
* List of Topics

Songs
* Scottish Songs
* Modern Songs

Submissions
* Submit a Poem
* Submit a Song

Policies
* Copyright
* Permission
* Privacy
* Standards

Web Links
* Other Sites

Contact
* About Us
* E-mail Us

Lost ©

Stella
Fife, Scotland
2005

I went looking for her
In the weeks that followed
On my pathetic pilgrimage
Needing to believe
That when my key returned
To the door I would smile again

I did try to smile
I curved my lips upward
While my heart was stone
The false grimace deceived
As the pile of ironing increased
How could I iron when I was seeking

Twice I thought I saw her
Once her familiar coat in a side street
For a brief time my heart was full
Only to see some one elseís Mother
Who did not even resemble mine

The second time my eyes met anotherís
It was then I knew it was time to go home

Days passed into weeks
And peace settled after exhaustion
I had moved into another realm
Blessed are they who mourn
My green days were at my back


Web Site by IT-SERVE © 1999 - 2017 All Rights Reserved Return to top