The Picture Poem by cheryl davis miller

Her eyes scanned the local paper,
until a picture caught her gaze.
Then up sprang those raw emotions,
the memories from her younger days.

There it was that long lost passion,
for the handsomest dark-eyed man.
The waves of shame and heart-ache when,
she learned marriage was not his plan.

She recalled, the wine filled glass',
dancing across the ball-room floor.
How she choked back tears of longing,
as he walked out and closed the door.

Fifty years since then came and went,
she thought she'd laid it all to rest.
Shocked her to find the dark eyed ghost,
was still hovering near her breast.

She had fled and moved to Springfield,
tried to escape the bitter sting.
The painful realization,
she'd never wear his wedding ring.

She married and was quite happy,
dispite her woeful younger days.
Thought she'd left it all behind her,
until a picture caught her gaze.

c.d.m.2-10-11