by Ethel Jean Grubbs

Created on: July 10, 2008   Last Updated: February 09, 2011

"Memorable Moments"

Walking down a crowed but lonely street.
Gazing into boutiques astonished at
treasures, designers carefully crafted.

Tailored beauties not one seam undone
noticeable to the sparkling eyes
Celebrating stiffs stuck in the human race
believing substance only validates a person.

A voice sweet yet burden with tears hidden
in heart.
Says: lady you're so graceful, that dress

hug your curves in all the right places.
You resemble my mother, there's a cafe across
the street, will you join me.
I am so lonely.

As we glide across the tail , she gently squeeze
my hand, not wanting to let go.
Endless need in her touch, hope rising with every
step.
Distance billboard: Preserve flowers nature's best.
Anticipating woman in her dreams, clutching chair.

Miss, my name is Daisy, I'm 23 years old and looking
for an intimate relationship.
My father left when I was five and my mother passed away
when I was twelve.
Her pushing me on a swing is my most memorable moments.
Here's a picture of my mother, (smiling) all my
significant others look like her.
I have a fascination with women and for some reason
men don't interest my heart.
I want someone to share a home and thoughts, someone
to care about my heart.
Can you join me at my place for a night cap?

The sun was passing away with the beginning of night.
Final destination walking up steps, keys reaching door.
I grabbed Daisy's hand, wanting every word to be heard.

You're a delicate flower in need of growth.
To try and replace empty swing and broken branches
will leave disappointments hanging.
Don't duplicate your mother with soul faces, she lives in
your memory of connected branches.
Lack of intimacy with fathers, dispositions women deepest
emotion towards men.
To find love is to first love self, define who you are and others
will gravitate.
Recover, slow down, small steps must be taken, hawks will fly
in and steal your innocence.
Assured in me, you've found a friend, I gently leaned in and
gave Daisy a kiss on the cheek.
Puzzled look in eyes, wishing someone would have
taken the time to explain her troubled mind.

Daisy: beautifully designed by the Creator
but overlooked by human's nature.

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