San Francisco’s Waiting

Teddy.15

 

I always used to ask her;
how could you know a city
you've never actually seen with your own eyes?

she always replied; " I just know"

she told me, she was in love
with the Golden Gate Bridge
a truly spectacular sight

she said;
it always had the possibility
to make dreams come true

she saw its beauty

even though

she’d never actually ever been to America


it had created a pathway
people could connect
it's a bridge of hope, she’d say

I always imagined it would have been the
cable cars that she loved
or the hills?
maybe even the bright lights of evening?
but it always came back to the bridge

even though I myself
have only ever seen it in books

one day i'd like to visit
if only to see it for myself

the bridge she always spoke about

then, I could whisper up to the sky

darling mum


“You just knew didn't you".

  • Author: Teddy.15 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 22nd, 2023 01:55
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments9

  • Parisab

    An idlic view of San Francisco. It has changed so much and is now reeks of poverty but still has the food culture and Victorian homes..

    • Teddy.15

      Thank you so much dear Parisab, much like many of our worldly cities at this moment. ❤️ those Victorian homes much be a sight to see though. Florence too is somewhat rough at this time. ❤️

    • Thomas W Case

      So powerful and beautiful.

      • Teddy.15

        Thank you so much. ❤️

      • rhmn_7

        Mums are always right, you don't know that? 🙂

        • Teddy.15

          Of course I know that. 🤗

        • peto

          What a wonderful ending Teddy
          Didn't see it coming
          Beautiful write

          • Teddy.15

            I'm one of four daughters and she got to see all my other sisters but she died before she could really see me. But I saw her. Thank you dear Peto. ❤️

            • peto

              She sees you now

            • aDarkerMind

              lets hope you get there one day Teddy.
              very touching once more.

              • Teddy.15

                Thank you dear Melvin, you are so very kind, I hope so too. ❤️

              • LIZ

                It really is a breathtaking view....although it's not what it used to be. Mom's always right!!! 💖

                • Teddy.15

                  She sure was dear Liz, thank you. ❤️

                • tallisman

                  Hi Teddy, hope you are well, been a while! I think that that bridge is so iconic….to half the world it is the city! I too would love to visit it….

                  • Teddy.15

                    Thank you very much for coming by. ❤️

                  • Neville



                    I know exactly what you mean Teddy .. I truly, truly do .. My Mum had a special place too ..

                    I have been to the Golden Gate Bridge and agree, it is spectacular .. ❤️

                    • Teddy.15

                      Well that's truly a comfort to know Nev, I've never.seen it and neither did she, I do hope one day perhaps when the world finds peace I will travel once more, until then I'll be on the glorious hills of Tuscany. Thank you my dear friend. ❤️

                      • Neville



                        I hear you loud n clear sister T .. my Mum always wanted to visit Florence .. she neva did, but I've seen it for her now, so many times .. I'm off to Brazil next month, but I suspect Florence will always be up there for us both .. ❤️

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                      • sorenbarrett

                        Living in California for some years I have driven over this bridge and remember it well. A most wistful poem of fancy and wishes that seem to apply to many things in this life. Most lovely Teddy

                        • Teddy.15

                          On my bucket list dear sorrenbarret, although I'll say and we will keep it in writing the day I arrive in San Francisco will be the day the earth quakes at a 7.8 lol that's just the way my life is. ❤️



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