Mitzi by Joseph E. Najera

EO 90 66

She still hears

the invitation

to the dance

among the ruins

of her dreams

2/19/ 1942

She tries

to smile

But can’t

remember how,

forgotten

yet remembered.

Her eyes

were made

for quiet tears,

they danced

and drained

into her mother’s eyes.

Two dark pools established

by decree,

EO 90 66.

In the dim light

of star glow

she reaches out

and touches

a distant memory,

a bitter taste of damage.

Another eve,

Another

star light beam

wanders through

the needles

and dances through the leaves.

She stares back

and seeks the face

that was stolen at her birth.

What she sees

and what she hears

is that

silent dropping

of her own dark tears.

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About jedwardnajera

I am a Poet. I live the life of a poet. I am an artist, a member of Gallery 9 in Los Altos, California. I published a novel Nena the Fairy and the Iron Rose, available through Amazon Books. I spent over thirty five years in a classroom. My father kept a living record of his lifetime as he lived through the Twentieth Century. He was born in 1908 and almost lived long enough to see us enter the new millennium. He was a mechanical engineer and had a wonderful love of history and science. He entrusted to me nearly 400 pages that he wrote through the years. He wrote in Spanish and I have spent six months translating these pages into English. Now I am in the process of editing, rewriting, and revising them. I am trying to post a new entry or chapter each Friday. Check in on us at least once a week for the latest post.
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