She was a diamond…
We need to be thankful when we hold something precious in our hands.
She was a Diamond….
20 Nov. 1994
The drunk man toasts to better days.
We touched shot glasses.
I asked him.
Did he ever see a woman who shone like a diamond?
So bright with hope and love.
She can bring you out of this hell?
My drunk friend just turns away.
I wandered to a safe and quiet corner.
I remembered her blue eyes,
clear as a mountain stream.
Her flowing blond hair and
her beautiful smile that still can bring a smile back to me.
She was a baby in living.
I was soil with hate and disappointment.
Today I wonder why she came to me?
In a dark corner of a dancing Bar in Austin, Texas.
She came to me with a sweet smile.
She asked me. Could I two-step a-bit?.
I told her I do my best.
She talks my ears off.
I listen to her beautiful voice.
She was full of dreams and hope.
We became friends.
She taught me laughter.
Taught me to hope and dreams again.
She was a diamond in a life.
Brought me out of my self made hell.
I may of taught her to view the world with different eyes.
She stood her ground.
Held on to her dreams.
She is something today.
Educated and helping people.
I wish to stand at a distance.
Her life loaded with real problems now.
I have hope.
A few dreams.
Maybe one day I will look into those blue eyes.
Thank her for her kindness and love.
Women are the reasons for good men to hold on to dreams.
I’m thankful,
I held a diamond in my hand.
Her hope and love overtook my heart.
Coyote
That’s a beautiful grateful poem. 👍
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Thank you dear Cassa for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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