The wicker rocker sits on the porch,
rocking slowly in the gentle breezes.
It's ratted and torn,
long ago abandoned.
Remaining there for the memories,
of days that were just a little brighter.
A woman that would rock her son,
until no light was left on the horizon.
Such high hopes for the future,
always wanting that much more.
Now, here she sits rocking alone,
until her time here on earth is through.
Her days filled with fond times,
of her boy turning into a man.
His life so fragile at the end,
taken by one so careless.
Many times the old lady asked,
Why him?
Realising, what is to be will be,
she spends her time in that rocker with-
Young Tears & Withered Bones.
©Tequila aka ShadowKeeper
Desparate Wishes
Deep in my thoughts,
I carry a wish box.
Hiding somewhere deep within,
there is Hope.
Hope for all so no has to go hungry.
Digging around the box,
I come across Faith.
Faith that countries could love one another.
Still I rummage,
coming across Love.
Love one another no matter the skin colour.
I have just one last wish-
Peace.
Peace from wars, and from the hatred some carry within.
Can these wishes ever become a reality?
You tell me....
Can you make my Desparate Wishes come true?
©Tequila aka ShadowKeeper
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