Tears Of Reality Poem by Theresa Flint

The autumn winds
flow through her hair
as she begins to remember
what use to be there
Again she's playing
on the old Mountain Road
picking purple and white lilacs
as the robins repeat
the stories they've been told
the sun beats down
on her soft young skin
As she proceeds down to the creek
to watch the minnows swim
She smells the fresh grass
taking a deep breath in
which her mother just cut
with the noisy red tin
coming back to reality
a tear runs down her face
knowing she can no longer
stay in that old place