The Elderly Woman in Her 1900's

— The Poetry of the Paintbrush

Credit to author by Dalle (*This only an illustrations)

I’ve never seen my great-great-grandma’s face,
But in my dreams she comes to me and sings;
Her poetry of love, loss and grace,
And shows me glimpses of forgotten things.

She tells me of a man she loved so deep,
But he had secrets that he could not share;
He made her cry, he made her lose her sleep,
He broke her heart and left her in despair.

And now I wonder if I’m doomed to be,
Like her, a lonely soul who can’t find peace;
Who writes her pain in verses no one sees,
Who longs for love that never seems to cease.

But then I wake and realize I’m free,
To choose my path, to live, to love, to heal;
I thank my great-great-grandma for her plea,
And hope she knows I understand how she feels.

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