Treasure Island

Marilyn Shepperson

(4th September 1949 / Hounslow. Middx)

Life


The baby sighed at her mother's breast
Eyes closed, contented enough now to sleep
The daughter sighed as she closed her books
Now the rest of the day was hers' at last
The young woman sighed against her mans' chest
A sigh that said I know I'm safe and loved
The mother sighed as her baby sighed
Tired, yet strangely happy with the constant demands
The grandmother sighed as she dusted the photographs
Of her smiling grandchildren, growing up so fast
The great-grandmother sighed as the latest arrival
Was carefully laid in her old loving arms
Not many years left now for future plans
But in exchange for a future, the rich past
Her mind, a book full of treasured memories

Submitted: Thursday, April 19, 2007
Edited: Monday, October 03, 2011

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