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,


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,


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.

About jedwardnajera

I am an artist and a Poet. I live the life of a poet. I published several novels. Nena the Fairy and the Iron Rose, Dust of the Moon are among them, available through Amazon Books. I have spent over thirty five years in a classroom. I am now retired from that profession. 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 entrusted to me nearly 400 pages that he wrote through the years. Now I am continuing the tradition by posting my own stories and misadventures. 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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