Lillie Duncan | Poetry - One Hundred
In the furthest distance
Wildflower painted fields pave the way for my weary sight
Through the evergreen frame
I behold her now
The picture of femininity standing gently in the day's shadow
With a waxing moon hanging above her, becoming her crown
Golden light reflecting off of them both
There she stands clothed in a light sage dress that crosses her body from one side to the other
Loosely tying around a waste that once bore each of these lives that she awaits return.
She can not see me any longer
Although I know she feels me
Or at least the presence of who I was
At this moment all she sees is the land of the living
That she so desperately clung to lifetimes ago.
The scars laid so blatantly across her arms
Still visible, even from here
Of life given up and life fought for and life won
From 100 lies believed, words void of meaning
Quietly, it was her that chose to live when I chose otherwise
Quietly, it was her that clung to hope when I could not.
From the desert back to the garden
The wind rumbles through the thicket of green around her
Her dress now clinging to the shape of her body
Her raven hair now lifting across her chest
Grazing the back of her hand that laid effortlessly close to her heart
Close into her center that took years to find
Years to know.
Her eyes close at this moment
I watch her there but notice her mind somewhere else
Perhaps a remembrance of me
Perhaps a gentle forgiveness for the road that led her here
And in the distance life burst forth
Coming up behind me
Her children stop at the edge of the hill
Glancing up, seeing the miracle that I too see.
My future hope. My future moment. My future legacy waiting for me.
I watch my children run to her
Through the tall grass
Through the sunkissed earth
Into the shadows of trees
Landing in the embrace of love no one could quite as freely give as she could
With tears in her eyes, she takes her hands and wraps them around each of their faces
A touch of nurture, only true to her soul
A touch of love that could only come from light that escaped such darkness.
Clothed in simplicity
Adorned in love
Settled now in who she is
I see now how little she really needed in this life
The passing world and it’s temporary promises
For what comes with us when we leave this world?
Only that which she holds on to now.