Wide Open Space
by just for my mother , hoping one day she escapes the clutches of Alzheimer’s (one way or another)
What do I dream for you
To be free and run like you once done
In them wide open spaces .
Just to know you be Free
When you still had your mind and was full of glee
Not like now, where your trap and imprisoned in that shell
Having every thing done
Where you struggle to get out just a single word and sometimes that is left undone
No I will not forget how you were and are somewhere beneath. So full of life you were
I see it wanting to break free , and bust out time after time
for just one more run
In Them wide open spaces.
Oh how I dream
that day comes
You were rob and didn’t even see em
Lock up and put away.
Just Know When that Day Comes
I will not shred a tear of sadness
How can I
Knowing nothing will be stopping
you From running
In them Wide Open Spaces
you so loved.
2 Comments
Loved your poem! And I am a barbarian that mostly doesn’t do poetry. Hugs!
Biki
Thanks you comment means a lot to me …. and your first one to comment over there on wordpress …. Love Lee