Sunday, August 23, 2015

Crossroads--By Peggy Dugan French--United States

Crossroads

She’s standing in her room
A rare morning
She no longer lives here . . . just visiting.

I soak up her warmth
Watch her get ready for her day
Perched in her doorway, coffee in hand.

Light pours into the room
Her highlights glisten
I remind her she’s beautiful.

She smiles
Tilts her head

I wonder
Where has the time gone . . .

Peggy Dugan French is a California girl with Minnesota roots. She has enjoyed being the editor of Shemom since 1997. She has worn many hats over the years, but being a Mom has been one of her greatest adventures; she’s had the pleasure of sharing that journey with her best friend.
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15 comments:

  1. UnknownAugust 23, 2015 at 3:52 PM

    Beautiful poem, I liked very much, mainly the last two lines.

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  2. pdfrenchAugust 24, 2015 at 7:37 AM

    Thank you Edilson!

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  3. AnonymousAugust 24, 2015 at 10:35 AM

    I love this poem, especially the last four lines. Nice work, Peggy. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!

    -MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)

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  4. pdfrenchAugust 25, 2015 at 10:01 AM

    Thank you Maurice, appreciate the kind words.

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  5. Jack HorneSeptember 3, 2015 at 6:16 AM

    love it -very clever write here

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  6. pdfrenchSeptember 11, 2015 at 3:56 PM

    Thanks Jack!

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  7. Joan MackSeptember 13, 2015 at 5:55 PM

    You paint a picture for us.

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  8. patdurmon.comSeptember 13, 2015 at 6:11 PM

    I enjoyed: her soaking up her warmth.... nice line

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  9. Karen O'LearySeptember 14, 2015 at 3:50 PM

    Thank you, John Polselli, for the following--

    Peggy, this is a very bittersweet and beautiful poem you've written. Such a powerful closing line that speaks volumes! Thank you for the experience.

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    1. pdfrenchSeptember 18, 2015 at 1:21 PM

      Thanks for your comment John, glad the piece spoke to you.

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  10. Karen O'LearySeptember 14, 2015 at 4:14 PM

    Thank you, Richard Sponaugle, for the following--

    So true--where has time gone? Provokes excellent imagery, like I'm almost there.

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    1. pdfrenchSeptember 18, 2015 at 1:21 PM

      Thanks a lot, really appreciate your comments Richard!

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  11. Karen O'LearySeptember 18, 2015 at 5:19 PM

    Thank you, Barbara Siekierski, for the following--

    A nice poem about remembering a daughter that used to live at home and moved out and have memories of her.

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