Lost
She followed her mother everywhere
She always followed the rule
Don’t leave my site sweetie
For the world can be cruel
At five years old
Something catches her eye
She turns away from her mother
Soon loses her sight
At fourteen years old
She rides with a stranger
Just a teen living life
Unaware of the danger
At eighteen years old
She loses her dad
No one to guide her
She gets very sad.
At 32 years old
She still fights off demons
But without those trials
There would have been no lessons
She still gets lost
And loses her way
But learns to find herself
Again every day
When she grows old
Her hair tipped with gray frost
She thanks the universe
For the lessons of lost.
About the Creator
Laci Nowlin
My name is Laci. I am a 39 year old server from Texas. I have been writing poetry since I was about 15. I am a mom of three and a lover of adventure. I hope you enjoy my poetry and I’m always up for constructive criticism. Enjoy! 🌻❤️
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Sad can be beautiful. This was very well composed. Thank you for sharing ❤️!
This is very meaningful and beautiful ❤️ Great job