The Woman Poem by ally lira

off in the distance
she runs in the street
looking of only five years
you slow, yet before your eyes she grows.

a sweet child of twelve now,
crying at her fathers feet
as he gets ready to bored that plane
which will change him as a person forever.
shes slightly freckled, with big green eyes, and dark blond hair to her waist
crying and promising anything to keep her daddy home.

while closing the space youve drivin,
a still slightly freckled, with dark blond hair and big green eyes,
woman of thirty, has a baby on her hip, but no man by her side,
she stands with poise and dignity as you pass.
with a tip of your cowboy hat you drive off.

a woman of ninety, stands in the place of the child and woman
gazing at the back of your car watching you leave...
seeing the look on the womans face makes you stare
shes sobbing, clutching a pictyre and desperatly trying to breathe.
you only look away.

several years pass and you find yourself driving on that very same street,
shes still there,
shes still five and running in the street....
shes still twelve and crying at her daddys feet...
shes still a woman of thirty with a baby on her hip but no man by her side...
shes still ninety and clutching the photo of a lost love, gasping trying to catch an even breath.
only now you notice,
the tombstone of the woman you once loved.