A message from Emilly
By Angelo Casiano
A message from above to those of you I love.
I love you more than you’ll ever know,
Even more now that I’m gone.
And my love for you will grow and grow,
Like the chorus to a song.
I had to leave much sooner than
I thought, I must admit.
But you know mom, until I’m done,
I’m never gonna quit.
I left behind some parts of me,
I have so much to give.
Because of you I’m strong enough,
to help some others live.
So Daddy when you think of me,
While you watch the Phillies play.
I’ll be sitting next to you. I’ll be with you every day.
You’ve given me the best of you.
And now I’m giving back.
I will love you for eternity. No matter were I’m at.
Copyright © Angelo Casiano | Year Posted 2014
I prayed today for the elderly
They long to hear for you to say
Words of love and words of praise
With acts of kindness they once gave.
And if you’re going by their way
They’d like for you to stop and pay
A visit where you both can play
Disregard what you may.
Before their heads they shall lay
At night before the sun and it’s ray
When they bow their heads as they pray
Praying you and everyone will be okay.
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
Copyright © Brenda Rose | Year Posted 2016
Many years ago, when we were all young,
We really thought life, would be so much fun.
While playing dress-up, trying on mom’s stuff,
Putting on make-up, we found to be tough.
Then came our schooling, and boy things would change,
“Those aren’t our parents”, when they acted strange.
Sometimes they were hip, but old-fashioned too,
That’s something I swore, I would never do.
Wishing you were older, adults had it made,
They would do nothing, yet still would be paid.
That is how little, we all had known,
We surely found out, once we were grown.
Loving the twenties, we’d go out with friends,
When we went shopping, we followed the trends.
Doing what we wanted, and staying out late,
It didn’t matter, what time we all ate.
Then came the thirties, and most of us wed,
Watch what you wish for, my parents had said.
We had to work hard, many bills to pay,
I guess they were right, what more can I say?
Raising your children, was hardest of all,
Needing some advice, your parent’s you’d call.
It seemed so easy, they needed no rest,
So now it’s your turn, you learned from the best.
The forties arrived, that was a shocker,
We’d spend lots of time, just at the doctor.
Back aches and headaches, so tired you’d be,
Trying not to cough, or else you would pee.
The fifties would come, and your grandkids too,
Where were your glasses? You hadn’t a clue.
You searched here and there, and under the bed,
“Hey grandma” they laughed, “They’re right on your head”.
Here come the sixties, now let’s have some fun,
You are retired; your work is all done.
To dinner with friends, you dressed and you wait,
They never show up, you have the wrong date.
Now the seventies, with friends playing games,
If only you could, remember their names.
You try hard to hide, those under-eye bags,
Gravity happens, and everything sags.
Enjoy every day, and have a good laugh,
All the steps you took, led down a new path.
Live life as it comes, each year a new page,
One thing is for sure, everyone will age.
Copyright © Kelly Zakerski | Year Posted 2009
When I was only five
Heard mommy always's say
Angel keep being naughty and you won't make it to
Entry for Adam Hapworth's
Captcha Acrostic Contest
Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2013
Now that am older
I seek more answers
In the same manner I did
Those days gone, of fetching firewood to cook a cherished meal
I seek more answers
Not in the manner I did
Fetching sticks in the forest to be used by teachers for spanking and whipping
Oh how I dreaded those days, those chilling days of punishments for poor grades, tardiness and noise making
And there my hate for math began....fearing it even to this day
that math teacher that came drunk to class and we mostly got beatings for nothing
I seek answers to understand our family dynamics
Interesting, odd, sad, puzzling, beautiful, worrying, entertaining,
Is some of the descriptions
The reason we are the way we are
The beings we become in unexpected fate
I've heard your many stories of "emergency" during the colonial rule
I've seen your youthful strength that grows more beautiful with aging days
You always say "it's the Lord"
I remember how when we were little you always got us to wash our feet before getting on your bed
How you then proceeded to pray for your ten children, your many grand children and your ever increasing great grandchildren
Telling God each of their names
My sisters and I always thought you said some of the longest prayers
But now that am older I know why
The number of family members I have to pray for increases with new age
Like the last video i took of you singing and dancing with some of your great grandchildren,
The melody of my life becomes more fruitful with each new beat
Cucu, maitu (kikuyu words for grandmother)
Copyright © njeri hunjeri | Year Posted 2015
Once again, the powers that must
In rise again in what we trust
An overseas conflict, another war
Just what in the hell are we fighting for
Families are asking, Korea has just passed
Generations again reft, how long will it last
A country in need, to rebuild again
Flags at half mast, in wind and rain strain
Once again into war, sent by the Washington Post
To send back reports to hit home the most
Military observers were the first to be sent in
Another chapter of man entering existing sin
I'm witnessing our ariel power, Lam Son 719
US planners determine their incursion, saying all will be fine
Along the Mekong River, we'll carpet bomb their supply trail
Tons of munitions and napalm, this spread surely cannot fail
Many sorties are being flown, for the wounded and the dead
Whilst Nixon and his cronies, aren't thinking with their heads
The news of losses has reached me, nineteen have been killed
Eleven missing, fifty nine wounded, more American blood spilled
Seven fixed wing aircraft, more sons in action loss
Whilst back at home more protests, fading the dyeing's gloss
To to this job that I do, I was never prepared for this
To witness such bloody scenes, and ignore that life is bliss
How can I write about a soldier, whose name I'll never know
Killed at nineteen years old, his family he'll never see grow
Or even explain to his parents, when carried from the AH-1
His body bullet riddled and limp, when lifted it bloodily run
I never went back to the theatre, called the Vietnam War
Having witnessed the wanton killing, what were we fighting for
This colonial conflict that started, us on the side of France
So many came back as strangers, many to live in trance
James Fraser's entry into the contest " WORLD OF WAR: VIETNAM "
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2011
Oh the day of Christmas 2020!
The snow has for long, been pushed further into the year.
I shan't spill a single tear.
Christmas this year is beautiful that I in my prime of Twenty Three am so glad.
I am so glad that you could spend it with me, my wonderful.
You are my breath of fresh air, my tender kiss.
You are my only Christmas wish.
Your beautiful glossy dark hair.
Followed with a loving oh so, tender stare.
You were my Christmas past.
You are my Christmas present.
And you... You will be my Christmas future.
There is no hate on Christmas day.
Tender loving care, here and away.
I’m glad that I can spend it with you.
My heart beats fast when your air fills the room.
My eyes tear up at the sound of your beautiful voice.
My hands bloom for your radiant glow.
Because I know, you know.
What I want for Christmas this year.
Copyright © Nathan Karczewski | Year Posted 2015
my family roots
flange to three generations
stand on a tripod
the grace of values
fondued by humble elders
half here and half there
the hopping second
have tales full of humour
vanishing the blues
the out cradled babes
tow blood line of bold and old
exposing its veins
May 6, 2016
Haiku on My Family
For Marvin Celestial
Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2016
Im going to tell you a story about a girl.
She was smart, and ready to take on the world.
Had a hard childhood with her mother always ill,
but her father worked hard and struggled to pay the bills.
My name is Pam and the poem your about to read,
Is a interesting poem, all about me.
I started to feel depression and pain,
at the age of 15 I was snorting cocaine.
I got pregnant at a young age and wanted to explore,
So I walked right out of my families door.
Time went on and I was still not around,
My mom grew sicker and dad wearing a frown.
Not much longer until I experienced this change,
and tragic horrible hurt and feeling of pain.
I walked in that room ,and climbed in the bed
I layed down beside him, and layed down my head.
With my hear I could hear his heartbeat.
The next thing I new we were burying him six feet deep.
At the funeral they said she was in a better place,
but it just wasnt fair to see that look on her face.
My mom that is she died with my dad,
She may have been breathing but always so sad
Two years later she decided to give up,
her faith was gone and hope for luck up.
Thats when I really started to struggle,
barely getting by and forgetting that i was mother.
She seen me drift into a dark place,
I started loosing weight in my stomach and my face.
Before I new it I was always getting high,
Weeks became months, and time flew right by
Its to bad that I chose this new path I was on ,
Because on August 11Th I got a call saying my mother was gone.
Like a replay I walked into that room,
to see her lying there as stiff as a broom.
I layed down beside her and rubbed my fingers
through her hair , but the pain I was feeling I just couldn't bare.
You would think after loosing my mom and my dad,
Anything else wouldnt seem near as bad
Within four years I had nothing left,
My child was taken for my foolish regrets.
Just me and my addiction no more tears to cry,
so many different ways that I could get high.
I would like to introduce this powerful drug,
It bring nothing but bad when I was searching for love.
The name is crystal, Crystal Meth
The one thing in the world, I wish I had never met...
Copyright © Pam Siddall | Year Posted 2012
(In Memory of Eva Vescovi Dixon 1910-2010)
by Tina (Vescovi) Lasley
She was a Sister, Mother, Aunt and Friend
Someone on whom you could always depend
She was Counselor, Advisor, and Mentor to all
There to pick us up if we should fall
She was persistent, tenacious and so strong willed
Not one to be stopped or one to be stilled
She was ahead of her time in so many ways
Working on war planes in her early days
Owning a restaurant and a Florist too
When it was an uncommon thing for Women to do
Arranging flowers each and every day
Making sprays and bouquets to earn her way
Raising two Sons all on her own
Without self help books and how to be shown
Working long hours, six days a week
No time for vacations or much rest to seek
She made time for us all, to sit and chat
Telling stories from the past about this and that
She remembered all the names in the photo book
When we would ask as we took a look
Her homemade ravioli’s were the best around
Her sweet potato pie could always be found
Family recipes passed one to another
Learned from the great Italian Mother
She kept regular hair appointments, clear to the end
Her “Beauty Operator”, more Family than Friend
She was loved by her neighbors and all that she knew
Long standing friendships through the years that grew
Each year, her garden she’d tend
Sharing her bounty with Family and Friend
There wasn’t a plant she couldn’t revive
Even when you thought it would never survive
She tried to retire at age 75
But missed being around people and feeling alive
Back to work she went for 17 more years
Working part time at a Florist that happened to be near
She retired a 2nd time at age 92
Finding ways to keep busy with things to do
She befriended two robins that followed her around
Moving from window to window, until she could be found
Grandmother, Great Grandmother, to such a big brood
Her hugs and kisses sure to lift your mood
She will always be remembered at the door waving goodbye
Trying hard to smile with a tear in her eye
She saw so much in her 100 years
Even outlived all of her peers
But the good Lord said, “Eva, it’s time to go”
Heaven is waiting on you to show.
Copyright © Tina Lasley | Year Posted 2010
To Shakespeare I give all due respect,
But the world must be a huge theater I suspect.
Woman’s the major player if not the star,
For she influences all with love from afar.
The main acts of her drama as one envisions,
Occur for my audience in seven divisions.
First the helpless infant in her nurse’s arm,
Fresh from God’s hands smiling and warm.
Yet guiltless and untouched by worldly strife,
She is but a stranger to sin in this dawn of life.
In her pink crib she looks cute and pure,
With a smile on her lips so modestly demure.
Next as a tender young girl of school age,
With pigtails and grace she enters the stage.
An innocent young girl loving dolls and toys,
She has no taste for bruises, math or boys.
Her voice is like music whenever she speaks,
Explaining with emotion the desire she seeks.
In the sweet summer age she becomes a blossom,
And weathers the waves in the role of stardom.
Now she’s a young lady with a pure, creative mind,
Nursing dreams of a life moral and refined.
When put into the orbit of heart-consuming men,
Overcoming dying hope, her world she has to win.
As a wife she makes her home a true nirvana,
Winning from the man she loves her merited honor.
She is in hard times his source of consolation,
And in times of pleasure his joy and elation.
As a lover and a mate she continues to perform,
Keeping house and home through every storm.
Now for the most blessed age of female life,
She assumes the role of mother as well as wife.
Like God's miracle, the first is released with a hurl,
Then with tears and a scream from womb to world.
Before long baby laughs aloud and pleads for caress,
And mother love with playful smile grants the request.
Next the vestiges of youth appear a distant dream,
And spring's lovely buds now attest to her final esteem,
As she enters her mournful stage of the widow's woe,
Her glance upon her children falls as her eyes overflow.
She has lost all her young heart once fondly enjoyed,
And in the business of change of life she's fully employed.
With the final division, youth is now a faded flower,
And she can bask in the coolness of the evening hour.
As she enjoys the reflection of her progeny having fun,
She is reminded that maternal pleasures are not yet done.
She continues to impart knowledge necessary to sustain,
As she guides their hopes to reach for the heavenly domain.
Copyright © Albert Price | Year Posted 2010
Darling Afghan grandmother, your weary hands narrates a somber tale
Your bowed head discloses your day by day yearning ail
You have masked your happiness deep under your time-honored veil
Oblivious-- that your offspring’s will follow your footprints-- and abide by this wretched
Copyright © Roya Zereh | Year Posted 2014
As I sit and gaze at your picture
I travel back to days of yore
To the ranch on the Nebraska prairie
And the place where you called home.
I came to teach their school
And was introduced to you
My life changed at that moment
For what I saw was a man honest and true.
A man who since age fifteen
Has been on his own
His reputation it was good
And he worked nine years for the former 101.
He had just moved up the valley
To their uncle's ranch
When I came upon the scene
A city girl it seemed but I wasn't really green.
My mom was from her dad's Nebraska ranch
Not to far away
And her sister taught an Indian Government school
On the Rosebud Reservation..
My brother and sister
A cousin my age and I
Shared a life similar to the life
My Billy had.
Well, not really I'm afraid
We were a few years younger
And though most of our time was spent on horseback
There were no cows involved.
We played in the White River
Rode calves and hogs
While Billy at this same age
Had himself to support.
Now it was my turn to grow up
I took up teaching to go back to the plains
And met the man of my dreams
Who my life did change.
Snowed in following a blizzard in March
And five miles away
Billy rode down the valley horseback
Just to see me one day.
By then we already had marriage plans
But we hadn’t told a soul
It wasn’t till April Fools Day
We finally broke the news.
We ranched, raised our kids
And worked at Truck Parts
Forty-seven years and 2 weeks later
God called you home.
I had truly been blessed
With a good, honest, hard working man
Who is still here for me.
I thank You God with all my heart,
Three Christmases you have been gone
For Cathy it is four, it just doesn’t seem fair
But God has taken from you the pain you had
And I will always be grateful for that.
I love you dear and Merry Christmas.
Copyright © Marycile Beer | Year Posted 2007
I do not know?
I cherish every moment
I spend with you today.
I cherish every memory
You have given along the way.
I cherish every story
Even the ones you shouldn’t say.
I cherish every tear you cry
As you remember the good ole days.
I cherish every step you take
As you stumble and make your way.
I cherish every sacrifice
You’ve made for us today.
And when God says your time is up
And in heaven you will stay
I’ll remember all these moments,
I’ll remember every day.
I’ll remember all the stories,
I’ll remember what you say.
I’ll remember what you sacrificed,
To be with us today.
Poems By J S Eaton
Copyright © Janet Eaton | Year Posted 2015
I'm watching you age
into wiser smiles, measured steps.
(Your lines look beautiful)
Gravity of life reshaped
our foolish expenses of energy
(Oh, the hurrying we did together)
wasted vanity of emotions.
I love our becoming...
more vast of vivid moments
(Our expanding normal bits)
gnarled with experiences.
Copyright © Misheel Chuluun | Year Posted 2012
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Requires 3 shots for full protection
First shot required between ages 9 or 12
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Much serious than the common cold
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Even young healthy kids
More than just an itchy rash
Can cause Pneumonia or serious infections
Kids needs 2 shots
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About getting these vaccines
Protect yourself against these serious diseases
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2013
Love is a wonder
shared by one another
it's the only reason
I'm not six feet under
Love in which I believe
in a will to sustain
I give back to life, now
in dormant states of pain
The power of Love
may not alone be enough
locked inside my dreams
escape only from above
higher than any human being
has ever gone before
I must have evolved
rise above hate, great once more
My Father taught me wisdom
I am imprisoned no longer
now an beast not of burden
I am no lion, I am stronger
on my shoulder sits twin dragons
long awaiting the day
evil forces come forth to
take what Love is left, away
A Hero of Love light
are what the world needs
angels, not demons
exist where ever you believe
follow your heart's direction
and you shall achieve
objects of affection
rid of materialistic greed
My bright energy
has awakened to a fire
never consuming the source
as the flames just grow higher
that is the desire
of a product we call Love
Fear, the counterpart
what I was once made of
I am slowly learning
how to win when my peace
is harder to sharpen
so I have given my pen leave
the sword has its uses
I must say I believe
to vanquish the evil
in the minds too diseased
to serve any purpose
except their own selfish ones
tomorrow a new day
in the clarity of the sun
where we two are now one
and one done now does
bring about a great change
lit by the righteousness of Love.
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013
I do not know?
don't let me see you on my street
or creepin through my window
I immensely want your head hanging
on my living room wall
I plan to hunt you down very soon
So don't go making my chase easy
I wish you were not a sibling of mine
I wish you weren't in my mind
But your spying and childish games
are grounds for me to go insane
You must learn the hard way
I really wish you would escape.
Copyright © kaotik kandee | Year Posted 2013
For nine months I carried you beneath my heart
Felt you growing and moveing, feeling such Joy
Eagerly awiating your arrival, knowing you will soon
The day you were born was filled with happiness
As I held you in wonder, my little miracle, my little babe
Counting toes and fingers, seeing your little face
Love just bursting from my heart as I just gazed
I watched you grow in time, first smile, first tooth
Crawling, walking then running, always curious
Holding your hand walikng you to school on the first day
Taught you to ride a bike, picked you up when you fell
Kissing the hurt away, just to see you smile that pretty smile
Seeing you grow and mature, into a young adult
Starting high school, learning to drive, dating
Now here it is juinor year, one more year and your gone
To test your wings, to fly away and learn even more new things
I hope my love is enough to guide you on your way
To give you that sense you can do anything you set out to do
Always remember that I love you and you are my little one
May 5th Written for my beautiful daughter
Copyright © Teresa Lindsay | Year Posted 2013
We met in Summer, though it felt like Spring.
It was a time for newly-born passions;
Never fearing what the future could bring,
But probably not ready for love’s seasons.
From passion we created a new life
To bind us then more closer together.
When we finally became man and wife,
Maybe Summer would then last forever.
In our Autumn years, our sons have both grown.
It seems like the seasons all leave to fast.
I’m grateful for the years of love I’ve known,
And feel for you like I felt in Springs past.
There’s nothing to fear about growing old,
Except living alone in Winter’s cold.
Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014
Night after night I still dream about these blocks. Dance they do, dance they don't.
Seeing them hand-less in effortless glide, my mind strides so young to differ!
squared, cube, these blocks move
sporadic movement in dance
no rhyme, reasoning
Again the nights throw these scratching sounds from below my bed, dread I.
In confusion scrawl, they bawl silently to me, em-blazing their letters to allure
from within my abyss, this deep that haunts me, yet I know is alive.
to and fro they go, they show
Again I'm sitting, anticipating, yet I know where I am, I'm home, again alone.
I'm under, yet bolder, shouldering at six years old, now seeing clarity, for the
blocks are speaking to me, I see, now crying believe.
no longer grotesque
his zest upon his request
blue lights alight, gone
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015
I was born in the nineties
Where my mother used to sing melodies
of her music so sweet to hear
of her voice which stole my fear.
I was born in the nineties
Where my sister used to read fantasies
of her imagination so amusing
that her heart would stop beating.
I was born in the nineties
Where my brother used to play in balconies
his laughter so loud and audible
And his caress makes me comfortable.
I was born in the nineties
Where my father used to tell stories
of his experience with his best-friend
that his smile would have no end.
I was born in the nineties
A time where I watch cartoons and movies
New one's came and all are gone,
Just like life when time is done.
Copyright © Angelo Faunillo | Year Posted 2015
You were the first to make me an aunt
That's why I hold you so close to my heart
Your the light that brightens my world
Nothing can break us apart
As I held you for the first time
With your little fingers wrapped around mine
All the joy and happiness came upon me
Which at the time was hard to find
From slippers to sneakers
From onesies to jeans
You've grown from a little princess to beautiful queen
As I continue to watch you grow
I also grow to
From the lost young girl
To the mature aunt I continue to be to you
So know I'm always here for you
I'll never be out of reach
Happy 8th birthday to my beautiful and intelligent niece
Copyright © Lesa Donaghy | Year Posted 2015
The moon shines so beautifully in her misery
Grace the world with thousand ribbons of silver rays.
There was a young man,
A pleasure slumber seeker
Eyes bares love and faith
The hands grip the dreams and expectations
Steppin definitely in spirit
To the unknown life ahead
Forty years have passed
Two young men sit together
One with gray hair and wrinkled face
Other, a fresh and naive young soul
A bond of flesh and blood
Talking about life and living
And the moon..? A loyal companion in solitude
For the happiness of every soul, she craves.
Copyright © Shirley Candy | Year Posted 2013
I Love the elderly
so full of history
I love my generation
who kept me a mystery
I love the children
who's future, now bright
for I have died for them
to capture the light
for i understand
pain more than ever
once I released it
the anger got better
as it went away from the people
and into my music
without a single
reason to prove it
without a reason
to let Love's light in
I didn't, it found me
and lesser I sin
God and my father
both let me know
it would all be okay
so very long ago
even tho the road
would be full of pricks
even back then I'd tell them
you can all suck my dick.
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013
Terza Rima Sonnet
aba, bcb, cdc, ded, ee
So much alike though we are twelve years apart
Different father same mother, we are twins
Rebellious, beautiful with a selfless heart
The age nineteen her adulthood now begins
Piercings, ear gauges, tattoos makes a statement
Life so far, inking the story on her skin
A trip to Europe, a week she could have spent
Instead, chose to come visit me for that week
We had a blast together, she seemed content
She is young and I am nearly an antique
I am at the age where I must guide along
From my own experience I can critique
Before her visit we had gone way to long
She plans to move here, this is where she belongs.
Copyright © Jared Pickett | Year Posted 2012
she smiles cautiously
as if she knows who I am....
I'm framed on her nightstand
For Senryu Contest: Sponsored by Judy Konos
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013
There were fireflies in the garden
As I thought to my self that day
About the secrets families hold
Are secrets never should be told
As I was young and not to old
I watched her cut her flesh
Not once but thirty times more
I kept wondering why cut herself
I stared at fireflies in the garden
As I thought back to this memory
Seemed like a dream to me at 2 am
And at the very young age of ten
I watched the blood dripping from wrists
As they were yelling and screaming words
Someone was not paying enough attention
My mind kept trying to processes the scene
At an age I should not be seeing all this
Amongst the mixed messages swirling around
I thought about the fireflies outside the window
I was abruptly brought back to this dreadful scene
As I heard the dog cry out in pain as it was cut open
Only because she was there and in the way
She was a miniature Doberman pinscher named Tiny
There were so many words and accusations spit out
It lasted a few hours but seemed the whole night
So many secrets in this family never should be told
Whenever I think back to this sad sad time
I remember the fireflies that were in the garden
I stared at fireflies in the garden as I thought
I want to get away from all this insane madness
And fly free alongside the fireflies in the garden
Copyright © Debbie Duncan | Year Posted 2011
My Time Has Come
My time is over here in this body
I am being called home as my work is done here
I hear my Lords voice calling me home
Although I know I will miss this old world
With all that I have seen and done
All the People I have met and talked to
My body can go on no more for it has reached it’s time
Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright © Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack | Year Posted 2013
It was a time to bond and booze with dear Papa,
An interval all the more naughtily charming
As it inflamed the temper of irascible Mama.
Before happy hour, we two went shooting
With the three o three I bought for drama
In a gauche youth that was always dragging.
Out we drove in my short, fat pa's beetle,
Two maladroits equally socially feeble.
We stopped by some neatly stacked cans
That we shot, exploding wet excrement
Putting a brown pall on our bonding plans.
I fired a random shot as if by witty accident.
Off we went driving by unbroken fences
Till we saw a policeman in bewilderment
Standing over a black and white cow,
By a farmer making a bellowing row.
“We shot the beef, my son,” joshed Pa,
And put the foot down upon the pedal,
Laughing merrily in the hurrying car.
I smiled at his jest however feeble,
A tasteless jibe at the furious farmer.
The very thought I readily dismissed
With a sly, effete flick of the wrist.
The matter of the dead cow was forgot
Until not too long before oblivion
Took hold of every thought of the sot
Aged stupid by whisky and bad living.
“It was because of that cow we shot,
A sin that God has not yet forgiven.”
For a neighbour's dog gored his heifer,
A punishment he had to decipher.
But I think he obliquely gave me blame,
For it was I who shot the bovine brute.
Before his fading mind went fully lame
He reasoned it best to stem guilty root
Before old sins haunted shaky mind's frame.
Dark disputes lingered as he was less astute.
But for me the cow is a point of indifference,
In the abattoir a month earlier of its existence.
Copyright © Gregory Deane | Year Posted 2015