Insight

Poem By Tara McH

Photographs on the wall.

I look at my nieces, one of whom loved you all the world

and one not at at all.

One had sensitivity,
bravity,

and would speak her mind.


Instinct.

Foresight.

At a young age
she could speak the page of foresight.

I look at other
simply
(borrowed?)

There could have been a tomorrow.

Instead, the greatest life in the world is

-simply dead.

Comments about Insight

Very touching. You are genuine to your very soul. Poemhunter is fortunate to have such a rare, gifted poetess. Take care. Warm thoughts, Sandra
Photographs, like music, cut to the chase. Your poem is eloquent in its sadness. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Insight, if we only knew, sadly we can only see today... Andy 10


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