The rock

There's this place that she feels special 

This place is a place where her mother took her 

A place her father didn’t even know about 

Her mother took her there 

To get away from reality 

And just to think 

But that place was taken 

It was taken the moment her mother passed 

Her mother was important to her 

Her mother taught her how to do things 

Things like putting on makeup 

Or how to dress 

And even how to flirt with boys 

She was fifteen when the sadness hit 

She was fifteen when her mother passed

She was fifteen when she realized that her dad was her person now 

She was fifteen when she realized she was lost and alone

One day years later she met someone 

He helped her wounds heal 

He made her smile 

He made her feel safe 

Something her mother made her feel a long time ago

Once she realized how much he meant to her 

She went to that place 

That place her mother took her 

And one step on that place 

Made her feel whole again 

She took him there 

And explained how much this place meant to her 

He understood and loved it 

Now it was there place

And that place was a special place 

It was a rock 

It was a rock in the middle of the woods 

That rock now had moss on it 

As green as the grass 

And the light beaming through the trees

Was as if it was on glazing water 

She had now realized how much this place meant to her 

And swore to see it every chance she got

Because if not for this rock 

She would feel the connection begin to go away 

The connection between her and her mother 

This is the significance of the rock in the woods 

  

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful poem for your mother dear Savannah. We need the special places to remind us. We had a wonderful person who loved us.
"Because if not for this rock
She would feel the connection begin to go away
The connection between her and her mother
This is the significance of the rock in the woods "
I liked the ending. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and a memory.
Coyote

[Savannah Gossett]

Thank you Coyote for the feedback but this is just a story I made up. My mother is still alive and here thankfully.

[Coyote Poetry]

I am glad and you create a interesting story in the poetry. You are welcome dear Savannah.

[grace]

THIS IS....
It is like a story itself. And the whole thing, every emotion in it is explained in such a simple way. It was really a fun to read poem and the ending is beautiful.
Is this poem about you or just a story? Because if it is, I am really sorry for your loss. But the way you have conveyed that 'she' has moved on and found someone who knows how to keep 'her' safe just like the mother.. is beautiful!