Gazing at the setting sun
From the window of our eldest son,
I looked around and could see
A small framed picture of you and me.
He's outdoors and forgot his wallet,
I see no cash; he's still a student.
A photograph of a pretty girl
With blue eyes and long hair curled.
He took my side; I did the same,
I remember carving your name
With dedication on that big tree
Where we met, young and free.
I do have your picture in black and white,
Clicked when you wanted my hoodie that night.
A battle of kisses and who loves the most—
It was always you my beating heart chose.
I feel funny about how easily you used to get mad;
Bringing a plate of momo made you calm and glad.
You'd eat it all and give me the last one,
With a shy laugh you’d come to me, it was fun.
With every flip of life's pages, I grow old.
Our son must be tired of our stories I always told.
"Your mother is my heart, the one I adore;
I love her forever and ever and more."
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Author:
InHumanSketch (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem for a woman I love, but it's a one-sided love. She doesn't feel the same way about me. Everything in this poem is just my imagination, and I really wish it were true. I appreciate you taking the time to read it. Thank you. Please like and comment—let me know if it's good or if I can improve. I'm still learning and any feedback would mean a lot to me.
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Comments2
A story I know to well. Excellent write
Thank you so much, i appreciate you taking your time to read. 🙂 your feedback means a lot to me
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Heart warming and a story well told. Very nice.
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