Love Poem: Returning Invitation
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Written by: Mark Hansen

Returning Invitation

Hidden reservation site,
Buried behind wardrobes of femininity.
Aged wooden metal chest,
Handed over by grandparents.
Containing matters,
Yester-innocent,
Tears weeping melodies on pink white ribbons of little girl's wearing.
Matching dress of lovely splendor,
Mr. Teddy tucked under,
Barbie slumber in all this,
Ken waiting for hope in joy kid.
Tea set with long passed memory gone beneath blanket of protection.
Thinking words gave her mother this reply as a teen,
"I am not an infant any longer, womanhood is mine."
Knees found,
Floor one,
Spending the peaceful night in journeying,
Rearward season of past.
Heart returns from crystal dusty fragment of no end count,
Swept by hopeful faith of mending broken back in place,
Union,
Beat of one,
Soul restored.
Sudden darkness wintry,
Reminder frosty,
"Lovers come & gone."
"Children all grown up."
"Bill collectors cannot wait, daydreams will not pay them off."
Laughter howling scream touches her skin in goose bums fear.
Than One,
Enter in overcoming cloudy reignful thoughts of black,
"Still listening to the wrong god, of this world."
"Who do you think lead your heart to opened the memory box blessed?"
"Returning calls you home my dear child of Mine."