DON’T SMILE AT ME / Poem by Maria Miraglia

Poem by Maria Miraglia
Don’t smile at me
every time I pick for you
a flower
along the meadows
where the winding paths of life
lead my steps
my hand gets ready
to pluck from the earth
one more
quick the thought goes back
to the time when
on the high seas
young and strengthless
you expected
I held out my hand
while you felt like drowning
In the very act of bending
I ask God’s forgiveness
for failing
for not giving you
what you expected
Your cries for help
came to me
as words of rejection
and there I stayed incredulous
hoping that at least once
you would have called my name
@ Maria Miraglia

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