I can never forget you – Lucia Sullivan

Lucia Sullivan


“I was glad it was over.
The beginning wasn’t even my own.
I would have chosen,
For me,
A loving home.
I was glad it was over.
I had pockets full of springtime in the country.
I pulled out the laughter and the morning dew,
And sometimes,
I would see your face.
Squinty blue eyes,
And a glowing heart.
I never had one picture of you.
But god himself imprinted the memories,
All over my skin,
My being.
I was glad it was over.
There wasn’t anything left there,
Without you.
The woods were just the woods.
The dirt road was just dust now.
Without you plowing thru,
Without you picking the wild flowers.
I was glad it was over.
Now that they were left to hold the reigns .
They drove me into those thickets of thorns you used to warn me about.
They put me out at midnight for the owls to catch me.
The ones you told me about in the dark.
On the creaky porch while we talked about the hollow tree in the yard.
They put me inside the hollow and never came back.
But I pulled that sunshine out of my pockets,
There in the dark of those hollows.
With the howling of those strange creatures hidden in the boroughs.
And I found my way back to you in the dark.
All I could see was your face.
I was glad it was over.
And one day,
We will begin again.
And I can never forget.
Because you,
Are written all over my soul.” (For my grandma)


Written by Lucia Sullivan ♥ Copyright 2018 all rights reserved
New York
I am a clairvoyant, poet, writer, and seer. I believe all things are moving towards the light. I love music, dancing, boating, nature, and animals.

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