The Circle

The circle was the comfort that held her heart.
It was the symbol of beauty she dreamt about as a small girl hoping for her future.It held the babies she would rock. It held the longings she would serve lavishingly to only one. It held a little girls future.

The circle was strong.
It would not bend with the test of heartaches that seared her life. The heat of passion would not change the shape of things to come as life passed through.The distance would not soften the lonliness that etched the groove around her being.

The circle was home.
It housed all the hopes, and dreams of the hearts she carried in her arms. There was laughter and tears alike. The doors were open to love and closed to the world that wanted to invade.The windows gave light and air to caring and hearts wear.

The circle was growth.
She could not contain the life that expanded.Her babies and grands futured the new generations she will only see for this moment, for love continues.

The circle was life and death.
Each day brought on new even as death removed the heart she once held. Her babies scattered to their new. Her heart and hands were empty. She would no longer hold to the hand that carried the circle.

The circle was held.
The ring was made of gold.The diamonds became the tears that were once for joy. It lifted off her finger much more easily than it had been placed. Death had removed the hold of the circle she had lived for that brief moment of life and dream. The grooved rut disappeared with each new breath of life she was allowed to cherish, again..still.

As memories fade to once, joy spreads to new. Created by future is once again. Once again will go full circle from the little girl's dream for beauty is she.. future...always love,always circled.

Raine Les 12/31/2006

Very good write

Delightfully good write!
CIRCLES!!!