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Sunday, June 28, 2015

Paper Mache

It comes down to paper-mache,
all these hurtful words you say.
These bits and pieces that you spew
did more damage than you ever knew.

All these hurtful words you say
little by little I’m torn apart;
these bits and pieces that you spew;
that you sling at me day by day.

Little by little I’m torn apart,
These bits and pieces that you spew
Ended up hardening my heart;
it comes down to paper-mache.        

Copyright by NewLife2008

Thursday, June 18, 2015

Composition for Justin

Life is all too precious as it hangs by a thread,
we do all we can to cherish those moments
and we wish we could see what lies ahead;
understanding some things is better left unspoken.
So it goes…my son was a victim of circumstance
even though he looked perfect he was damaged;
recessive genes in our DNA so rare but not rare enough.
Despite the doctors efforts he didn’t have a chance,
losing him just made the pain too much for us to manage;
though gone I love you since love was what you were made of.

Copyright by NewLife2008

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

A Loving Hand

I remember the day you slapped me before everyone;
sixteen and like my epidermis my stupidity is showing.
Talking as they’re giving a prayer made you come undone;
my embarrassment and skin now red and glowing.
Or at the age of five I wanted to show my vocabulary prowess;
in an alley a four letter word painted on a barn I repeated,
not thinking of the consequence that was soon to unfold
as my brothers ran to tell you I suddenly felt powerless.
I felt bad but not because of the Lifebouy soap I’d eaten
but for hurting the one who loved me whole-souled.

Copyright by NewLife2008