Thursday, September 13, 2007

POEM - A Happy Flower

It stood tall,

Even

In the wet rain.

It smiled,

Waiting for the sun.

That flower,

That happy flower,

Waited patiently,

For something that never came.

Why, oh why,

Was it always so happy?

Why was it’s joy in vain?

The sun,

It never came.

It never came,

To greet the one

Waiting for it

And now, because of that,

The poor flower

Has died, still smiling.

Smiling, forever more.

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Wednesday, September 12, 2007

POEM - Abandonment

I saw the bags by the door And wondered, “What are they for?”
Asking my mother, I said, “Momma, what are they for?”
She didn’t answer with words
But rather actions instead
She pat
My head
And took the bags
Out the door.
I never saw her face again.
I forget
What it was like.
Now I cry In my bed To fall asleep at night.
I don’t know why
But it hurts so bad
To have lost
My mother
So young, and so sad.
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