You know her angry, critical;
A person certain, full of pride –
But once, there was another her;
From time long past and distance wide —
She loved a boy, who was her heart;
But he, at last, his love denied –
He left her on what should have been
The day that she became a bride
So now you see her as she is,
Someone who always seems outside;
Who keeps her distance from the team,
With comments both acerb and snide
But if you knew her as I do –
The love that never died inside –
You’d know that hearts are full of fields
Where flowers grow
That none
Have spied
(“Hearts Are Full Of Fields” – 6-30-2015)
Beautiful telling of her story. I loved it!
“Where flowers grow
That none
Have spied”
Ah … there it is.
Wow. And what a grand book title that could be.
This is one my favorite pieces.
Ours, too, and rightly so.
This is so lovely – both words and image…Janet:)