-Linda Lee Lyberg

Shrouded in lies and mystery
How did you and my mother meet?
What is my true family history?
Did you sweep her off her feet?

What made her fall for a man like you?
Was she too sheltered and naive?
A man who was funny, told a joke or two
Did she not see the mask worn to deceive?

Did her lonely heart with your kiss begin to race?
When you smiled was her world brighter?
Was all she saw your handsome face?
When you took her hand, her step lighter?

Now you are gone and so is she
Am I forever left in the dark?
How I came to be, not for me to see
What started this whole fateful lark?

Linda Lee Lyberg

26 Comments on “Unanswered

  1. Unanswered questions often haunt us… I hope you find the answers to bring you closure. I hope you are doing OK during this difficult time. Hugs to you my friend.

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  2. My wish is that you come to peace with the questions, and know that you have great value in spite of them. Your poem is touching and beautifully written.

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  3. That we will never be able to ask the question is perhaps the hardest thing. My heart pains for your loss.
    I know that my mother and father had so many stories to tell. When I was young, I promised myself to record them. But somehow, life always managed to get in the way and those tales faded out of existence. However, they were married to each other for 60+ years and had 15 children. So, in my case, perhaps some question do not need answers.

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