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Long poem by binibining p.iNk | Details |

Am I Turning into a Lizard Serial Killer

Hmmm, where do I start? With deep sighs, I am sighing right now.
I just finished burying 2 lizards, and my heart is heavy...

Let me back up a bit...bear with me if I might turn out to be confusing here,
but I just need to write this, release something, in some way
Although I must admit, this is not exactly what I had in mind to write for this day,
hopefully I can write something more decent later...

I have been wanting to write something for my brother since yesterday,
since February 26 is his 10th year death anniversary.
The words remained stuck in my heart, 'til I fell asleep.

Visited him again today, heard mass for him, 
ate a Chinese dinner with my parents and sister, went home.

I now needed dessert. Got a piece of Ferrero Rocher, but just one wouldn't do.
So I got a piece of Almond Roca this time and ate it while walking.

All this time, I have managed to keep my tears away
but maybe somehow, someway, if tears want to fall, they will find a way?

I walk to that area again as I ate that piece of chocolate-
when what do you know, what do you know??

Oh sighs.

I stepped on a lizard.  Again 

Yes. Almost exactly the Same area, tail falls off, and the lizard skitters away.

But. I did not slip this time. But, yes, I still screamed, scaring everybody again.

I. Could. Not. Simply. Believe. IT.

One month and 25 days after, I step on a lizard. Again.

Today, of all days. As if I needed more reason to be sadder.

This time around, I had the sense to try to find that lizard. 
I had to know if it lived, if it was okay.
I pushed away the nearby cabinet.
And there it was.
Rather, and there they were.

The lizard that I stepped on now
and the petrified remains of the lizard that I stepped on on new year's day...
the other one didn't live after all :(

I know it was that lizard, same area, no tail, who else could it be?
Survival mechanism, no match for my killer foot.

By this time, I am crying, sobbing. 
Seriously, the tears just start falling, and my heart so heavy.
And I know it's from the combination of so many things.
The day itself, what I had just done, just things running through me.

What broke my heart, was to see that lizard. 
I was wearing rubber shoes this time, last time I was wearing slippers.
And its guts had spilled from its sides. 
I couldn't help but keep on saying, "Oh, oh, oh lizard, I am so sorry"

I touched it feebly, and it was literally gaping its mouth.
I don't think I can ever forget that?
Such a small creature, gasping, with its insides out, 
its skin on its legs and body scraped.
In pain.
Dying.

And it was all my fault.

My sister was there with me, trying to help in her own way.

But yes, there's nothing you can really do...I didn't want to stress it even more,
and let death finish what I did. 


There's so much I can glean from this, and I want to ramble on, so badly
but I will try to stop myself from rambling too much.

I put the two lizards, along with a note, the dates when I stepped on them 
(ok, killed them), and placed them carefully in a chocolate truffle box.

I buried them and still feel so sorry.

In some ways, this is can be so funny, and just  freaky & crazy (what's new, this is me?)
What were the odds??? Same place, same thing happening.
And I can't help but roll my eyes at myself as well, just finding it so hard to fathom
how I stepped on not just one but Two lizards in just two months.

I bet that the lizards are all afraid of me now, 
saying how I am a lizard killer. A serial lizard killer.
MO: stepping on them while screaming, maybe my screams also killed them off?

I actually took photos of both lizards, I am not sure why though.
Oh dear God, help me, I am acting like one, even documenting them.

I tell you, as I watched that lizard die, I couldn't help but just also
think of St. Jude (for the impossible) and St. Francis of Assisi (for animals).

I know he was dying, but somehow, yes, prayers still comfort me.

I just feel so guilty, with this happening. 

I still can't help but cry for those lizards, death by me, for no reason at all,
no purpose served.

Animals, people....death.

I know it's all a part of life... 
but it still doesn't change the fact how death can change us
and of how I am responsible for two lizard deaths.
I know they were just small animals, but Still. They were living creatures.

Death can change us in small ways, some in big ways, negatively or positively.

It all boils down to death transforming us one way or another...

I won't expound on it anymore, this is too long,
but one of the ways I can think of comparing it to, is that of a chemical change,
maybe of the spirit, the soul? Not merely a physical change.


And we can never be the same. 






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Long poem by Verlena S. Walker | Details |

QUANDARY

QUANDARY

Opening the window for a breeze… Dogs are barking!  My mind is only on me.  Relaxing…  As my story of the day unfolds, someone knocks.  Startling me, I hurry to the front door.  There stands an image of long-ago.  We hug and I let him in.  I begin to remember how deeply in love I was with this man.  But our destinies had to part and I left with my heart.  We talked for hours.  No intimacy transpired between us because we knew our lives was not fair to us and therefore, we did not desire any closeness.  Just reminiscence of tragedy we had went through for healing purposes on this three-year Anniversary.

***

What happen?  You may ask.  This is the tale as is.

***

His mother desired to be me.  So she set out to steal my identity.  In darkness she laid in our bed waiting on Ted.  A man entered the room and she presumed her man had come home.  Voicing that she was there, my stalker shot her three times in  the head.  The bullets were for me.  In irony, she had really stolen my identity.  He shot himself as well ending my dilemma.

The police came on the screen afraid that it was me.  Ted and I played it off.  He had told me his ordeal with his mother as a teenager.  He was the star athlete at our high school.  His mother was unstable and desired him for her sex tool.  She will explain that this would keep them close but he could not tell anyone.  His grandmother, on his father side. had fill Ted in on his mother family history of incest.  Ted figured he did not want any part of that mess.  So he asked his father could he live with him but he also keep in contact with his mother because of his sister and brother.  His father said yes to Ted and asked his other kids did they want to live with him as well.  It so happen that his sister was close to their mother and his brother was also.  So they said no.

Ted graduated from high school as valedictorian of his class and his body was explosive.  Ted was fine as he could be.  He now could communicate with his mother without her approaching him for sex.  He had not told his father of this instead he kept this to himself.  Nevertheless, his mother, in secret, still desired her son.

Ted and I started dating in high school.  I was familiar with his family through us living in the same metropolitan city: however, not in the same community.  We end up going to the same university in the city we lived in and our relationship flourished.

We moved into our apartment while we were in college and his  mother use to come over.  And now, three years later, we remember the tragedy.  Ted cries out to me and I answered.  We are bonded by our relationship but not by marriage.  He has successfully conquered his demons and mine's disappear on that night of my stalker killing himself.

Ted mother was wealthy and I knew that she only was nice to  me because of Ted.  The police discovered she had paid my stalker to pursue me as his prey.  Ted has been told this as well and he stated that is why his mother is dead in which he says quietly to himself: “This ends this horrid tale.”

[Queasy Queen Beings and they do not know anything of it. Ted is Queasy Queen’s son and he has her powers. He would have acquired his mother’s powers without help, which would have been through incest before forty (40). However, incest did not happen between Ted and his mother, Queasy Queen; therefore, he will acquire her powers at the age of forty (40).  His sister and brother have theirs but did not divulge because there mother had explain theirs to them when she bestowed.  Telling Ted’s sister, Harmony, at ten (10) what she was doing as she assisted her in getting dressed, which was lesser than incest. she kissed her ******. Telling Ted’s brother, Destine, at fifteen (15), when she gave him a kiss as he was leaving why she ****** him, which was lesser than incest. Incest was only for Ted because he was the oldest and her first born. His grandmother on his father side knew nothing of this because she was human and disagreed with incest openly. More so, this was unheard of through an entity of the government.]


Long poem by PENINNAH NGANGA | Details |

THIS WOMAN HIS WIFE 3

five decades of experience and vast global knowledge
he met and lay with all kind of ladies.
Intellectuals
Blondie
Women that sparks extreme desire
Some whose names he couldn't pronounce
Even those with no clue as to why God make a girl...

Never did he image
a simple 25 year old beauty
will be the bait to make him surrender.

His friends and families bet
it will last for as long
as she could satisfy his groin.
Its been fourteen years of bliss in this marriage
two handsome boys and a dog
still
he finds her irresistible.

This woman his wife
she makes him nervous
second-guess himself
hell!
she makes him question his manhood.

He is well known and influential
a man of means
proud and egotistic
but the moment she came into his life
the balance of power shifted.
She's in total control.

Stubborn as a mule!
He often find himself inflamed.
Arrrrgggggg!!!!
She makes him so angry with her arguments.
"Why must she always contend?"
So opinionated
such a strong personality!
"Where in heaven did you come from woman?"
is a frequent line that sends her laughing
knowing she has won again.

He recalls their first year of courtship
they would disagree so much
politics,economics
technology
their social lives...
At times they went for days
weeks
without a word.
He dated several women in-between
eventually he gave up.
"There will be women more beautiful than her,
learned and more elite."
But he realized
none
will ever possess more grace
inner beauty and brains
than his simple town girl from Kenya.

Today they celebrate their anniversary in the Bahamas
he laughs at the number of time she fall
learning to surf.
He would try to talk her out if it
but
he knows too well she's never been one to quit.
Her determination amaze him.
Once she stayed in the water too long
he went frantic thinking he had lost her
to the vast Ocean.

The thought of losing her scares him
more than the thought of losing
his huge empire
or even his own life.

He flinch as he recalls a painful encounter on his 42nd birthday
that would have seen him lose her.
He hurt her so bad
she wasn't sure she will ever recover.
It was tragic and excruciating to both of them.
But after a month of total anguish and despair
she forgave him.
She fought for them!
"With all she got and still she wanted me!"

It was the first time anyone had purely loved him.
Accepted him with all mistakes and wrong choices.
"It was literary being born again.
more than a second chance.
Its like all along i had been blind
or locked up
and had been granted freedom."

"With all my records and achievements
it was the first time i felt good enough.
I found my purpose!"

She is the only trophy worth mentioning.

This woman his wife
so rich of thrill and delight.
unpredictable and full of adventure.
No wonder his now 27 old daughter adore her so.
She is the life of the party
a puzzle he no longer care to figure out.
You cannot interact with her and remain sane.
She will teach you ways to appreciate life
make each day count.

Often he claims
he wouldn't be here had she left.
Though she's the baby
he gets all the nurture.
"She protects me not just from the world
but from me too."
She has been his guide and guard
with her he can never go wrong.
"She is the lamp sent from above to light my path."
No longer looks over his shoulder
he know she will never hurt nor betray him.

Once after dinner he broke hysterically
"Her cooking is aphrodisiac
Her love making insatiable
Her sense of style unimaginable"
Haha!he exclaimed!
"Her strength immense
her joy is endless
her faith steadfast."

She is the pillar that holds them together.

As a black man once proudly sang
this woman his wife
"She gives me good loving!"
........    ....... ......
(TO BE CONTINUED)


Long poem by Merv Webster | Details |

Why Dot Won't LeAve the Farm

Dot Blogs she was a buxom lass and hefty heifer too
who married Bobby Eugene Blows when she was twenty- two.
They lived upon a dairy farm alongside Boggy Creek
and milked  a hundred fresian cows … yes seven days a week.

Now Dotty took to motherhood and had some eighteen kids
and Bobby too was very fond of all his billy lids.
Though life was using hand me downs from hats to underwear,
it taught them old world values; like the gift of how to share.

Dot seldom ventured from the place and trips to town were rare
as she’d become content with life and simple country fare.
But Bob, in a romantic mood, applied his boyish charm
and thought he’d hit the city and get Dotty off the farm.

Their anniversary was due and Bob now thought it time
to hit the big smoke for a change were they could wine and dine.
Well Dot had dressed up to the nines and looked a proper treat,
but how to fit her in the ute had poor Rob kind of beat.

Poor Dot was three axe handles when one measured ’cross her rump
and putting things politely she was rather flamin’ plump.
But Dot she was a country girl and just jumped in the back
and soon both her and husband Rob were heading down the track.

The cities razzle dazzle blew both Dot and Rob away
and headed for the classy place where they were gonna stay.
But when Dot hit the doorway well she then ran out of luck,
as she was jammed there tightly and evidently stuck. 

The chaps behind the service desk and three bell boys as well
they tried to push poor Dotty free but Robby knew darn well
that Dottie’s hefty hips were simply wedged in there too tight
and going out to wine and dine was now in doubt that night.

Just then a bell boy cried out loud, “I have a plan for sure.
I’ll grab the local rugby team that’s dining right next door.”
The forwards packed behind poor Dot and gave it all they had,
but all they did was stir her up and she was getting mad.

Then Rob remembered once back home how Bert the bull was jammed
real tight inside the race they had and how they fin’lly planned
to rub his hips with lots of grease and on the count of three
they’d hit him with a jigger and you’re right … he busted free.

The Motel staff then whipped around and searched each patron’s bag
and grabbed all sorts of greasy stuff their little hands could snag.
Rob rubbed old Dottie’s hips all down and laid it on real thick,
then grabbed the night guards stun gun;  it was sure to do the trick.

Poor Dot she kicked and bellowed when the voltage hit her hide
and man she cut some capers and she went all goggle eyed.
She snorted and she struggled like some poor wild frightened beast,
but just like Bert, Rob did admit, she busted free at least.

Now Dot is back at Boggy Creek and though poor Rob tries hard
she won’t budge from the Dairy farm; she just won’t budge a yard.
Poor Rob now does the shopping and the thing he finds bizarre
Is rubbing Dot down  ev’ry night where two prongs left a scar.

©Bush Poet and Balladeer -  Merv Webster	


Long poem by Jerrika Holmes | Details |

Happy Anniversary

Happy anniversary love.
Last year I would have never known,
That on this day we would be standing here, going 1 year & 5 months strong.
For you I will cross the oceans.
Together we could sail the sea.
I would climb the highest mountain.
If it determined that we would remain as "we".
I love you is worth more than a thousand words.
With each syllable you speak it slowly takes my breath away.
Mesmerized by your thoughts.
Your eyes, my eyes, we caught.
I reminisce about that September day.
Lovely, my love, you are.
Caring to me, you should stay.
My love, to you I give.
God would not have it any other way.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Your beauty, love, it shines so bright.
Internal beauty, a beautiful heart,
Has guided this girl towards an angels light.
Yes, you are my angel.
With me through smiles & tears.
More than love, but a true friendship,
Will glue us together for continuous years.
We yell,
We argue,
We fuss,
We fight.
But that doesn't mean that the bond holding us together isn't tight.
Thinking of you,
The words continue to flow,
Straight into the sea under the moonlight skies.
There, I lay with my soulmate.
As he wipe away the tears from my eyes.
But this time, pain is different.
I shed my tears of joy.
I think about everything going good for me.
From our wedding, to you holding our newborn baby boy.
There is so much to live for.
When I say so much, yes I mean you.
You're my hero.
My angel that has never flew.
I don't want you to rush & gain your wings,
Because that means no more time we could spend.
I thank you for everything you have ever done for me.
Including this broken heart that you helped to mend.
Beams of sun rays shine on me.
Reminding me of the sunshine that I call my own.
Dark clouds soon rest above me,
When I think about how I have done him so wrong.
I admit my faults.
I just hope that you could forgive.
Without you how could I remain peaceful?
Without you how could I live?
I need you to be my guidance.
An angel to show me how I am weak.
Help guide me, hold my hand.
Teach me to prevent the tears from starting to leak.
I pour out my heart & soul.
With you, I expect the same.
We had each others back.
Loved one another.
Before learning each others name.
I really do love you.
I need you to understand that my words are true.
Know in your heart that I care.
I cherish my angel.
Forever into eternity I will remain in love with you.
Smile for me my love.
Plenty of x's & o's.
My head could not stop love.
Because you are who my heart chose.


Long poem by Joe Flach | Details |

The Saturday After

My first concern was to contact family, friends and employees that might be in the 
immediate vicinity of the event.  We are one of those lucky stories where my wife 
had a doctor’s appointment and did not go to work that morning, otherwise - well, 
I’d rather not think about otherwise.

Given what I do and where I was living at the time, I spent the rest of the week  
trying to find corporate real estate immediately available for occupancy and doing 
interviews.  If you do a web search on my name and “eagle rock” you can still find 
some of those articles.

Early Saturday morning, I took my one son who still lived at home onto the city to 
volunteer our assistance.  We took the Jersey City ferry into midtown.  At first, we 
made our way to the Javits Center where volunteers were to gather.  Even at 6:30 
in the morning this place was pure chaos with hundreds of people wandering 
around with no organization.  

We decided this was a lost cause and started walking down towards the World 
Trade Center.  What a surreal experience this was.  For 30 blocks we walked down 
the middle of NYC streets without any traffic in site.  No taxis; no cars; no buses; no 
pedestrians.  It felt like a scene out of a science fiction movie with NYC totally barren 
of life, save for the two figures making their way downtown.

A few blocks from downtown, we were met by roadblocks.  We walked up and down 
a few streets to see if there was any place we could be of service.  We came upon a 
street with a man on the other side of the blockade handing out water bottles to 
rescue workers returning from the WTC.  We asked the police officer if we could 
assist the man and he let us inside the barrier.

The supply of water bottles was getting low so I gave the man $200 and he went 
off to purchase more.  Meanwhile, my son and I handed bottles of water to rescuers 
covered in sweat and soot.  Over time, a crowd started building up behind the 
barriers and people started cheering and clapping for each rescue worker as they 
came up to get some water.

Somehow, whenever the water bottle supply got low, a new supply arrived.  My son 
and I spent hours handing out water to tired and thirsty rescue workers as the 
crowd grew and the cheering increased.  It was just our way of providing what little 
help we could and it helped us, personally, come to terms with what had taken place 
in our own backyard.

This year marks the 10th anniversary of that tragic day on September 11.  I hope we 
never forget.


Long poem by S. A. David | Details |

Weep With We

Have you seen my 
mother?
I weep; they 
laugh; you
will weep and 
pity, perhaps.
A blue blooded 
damsel,
Loved and 
respected by
the Germanics.

To a fault, 
hospitable
Til her guests 
bounded her;
With strong, strong 
strings.
Tears embraced her
beautiful face. Her
big bold body 
bounded; beaten.

I weep as her 
pains
I feel.
Her wealth looted
By the lionic lambs.
Helpless she was
Just as Darwin 
predicted.

Her eden plundered
Her parents pulled
Off the ground.
Like a scorpion
She was.
Tears inevitable, I 
weep.

Forced to marry 
this man
That now is my 
father
A strange man 
from
parched lands.
A gold digger,
Grateful to these 
lambs.

Weep with we; 
she became
a slave
In her very own 
palace.
Washing the feet
of her erstwhile
subjects.

She invoked Jesus
To rescue her 
bossom
Her bossom which
I sucked.
How nutritious it 
was.
Her warmth 
inviting.

Daddy befriended 
Kudirat
The mother of his 
god
To consolidate his
dug up fortunes.
Happiness, since 
then
eluded mama; 
weep with we.

Mummy crafted 
many epistles
To the lionic lambs.
Please, in peace 
exeunt
my palace.
Daddy entreated 
them;
Ignore her rants; 
stay.

Weep with we; 
you all.
Father is traitor.
Traitor! Traitor! 
Traitor! But
Jesus granted 
mummy's novena;
Mummy was 
returned her 
palace.
Dad, happy, 
unhappy and 
scheming.

Papa usurped 
mama's
inheritance.
Imposed his lams 
on
mummy's kingdom.
Confiscated many 
of her
hard earn'd monies.

Dad's extended 
family
gave in to
Cliques and 
divisions.
Mom's followed 
suit
And for years we 
drank
Mary's water.

Boom boom boom
Kingdom torn apart
Jostling, everyone,
For a portion.
My cousins were
wounded.

Thorns stuck into 
their
failing flesh.
Powders pushed 
into
their private parts,
Just to consolidate 
the
control of their 
tributes.

These lionic lambs
aside, sat.
Watched. 
Indifferent.
Interested.
In adultery alone.
My mother's 
bossom they lust.

Have you seen my 
father?
I hate him not
I love him not
Neither indifferent
He loves no Jesus
And I have no 
faith in Kudirat.

Once in every gregory
We gather for their marital anniversary
And many my brothers
eat oxygen only.
And my sisters sleep in funny farms.

Many my siblings,
We sing bollywood hymns
And simultaneously play in Chinese
Yet they sacrifice
us
To the goddess of blood.

Mama cries every
dawn
Father Chris gives us
hope
And Jesus stares us
in the face.


Long poem by Norey Bailey | Details |

Sweetest Breakup

Caught a Flight out of town 
Hadn’t seen you in while
Wondered if you’d still look the same
Still want me to be ya number one dame
At one time you offered me your last name
Then in a blink ya mind changed
No hurt feelings 
Some times dealings can get touchy
But I loved you too much to see 
See that neither of us was really ready
Still kicking it like our bad days don’t have a place on a calendar page
Still licking and kissing like if the sun rose then the moon set 3 times consecutively it
still would only be the beginning to a race that has no ending
Still wondering if ya heart is still pending the transactions of vows
But as of today you no longer are allowed
No longer endowed with the riches of this misses
No longer enriched with the bliss of my lipgloss kiss
I’m No longer available to answer your call has been missed
Don’t even remember the names of our imaginary kids that I gave birth to on our way to the
top of superstardom and you were such a good dad changing diapers and making bottles not
time for postpartum
I forgot about the whip I bought you on our 20 year anniversary to the hall filled with
our closest friends our imaginary kids and both sides of our family
I didn’t even dream up a thought of how you would look when ya sexy grey grew in ya goat t
and you aged like pinot noir 
Nope I promise I didn’t let my hopes and dreams get that far
I only got to the 2 days reserved on my Microsoft outlook saying “going to see my baby” in
the subject line
Didn’t even realize this would be the last time
You was there to pick me up the embrace was in the best taste with the golden touch
 single rose to arouse my nose you took the luggage filled with mine and your clothes
yes…clothes you left when you left 
clothes that I remembered not to forget on my trip cause when I came home I just wanted to
forget that you ever did exist
butterflies in my stomach from the first time we kissed
you was talking about plans you made and all the places we had to hit
all ya friends wanted to shake my hand and all them jealous chicks you went to school wit
wanted to see if I was that bytch
 and yes I did bring my cutest fits
with them shoes that only look cute but really hurt like shiit
got my hair colored pressed and clipped bikini waxed and all that just in case we took a swim
but anyway where was I, yeah the sweetest breakup had began
in the car just quiet holding hands
playing jams like you’re all in need to get by
 by mr meth and mary blidge then sweetest thing 






Long poem by Leonora Galinta | Details |

In Memory of My Dad

It’s already been three years now since you passed away, Yet, those mem’ries of you are alive, in my heart you’ll forever stay; Every time I think of you, I smile with pain, And wish that I can see and hug you once again. My childhood years with you were so much fun, I can’t recall any moment when you hit me with your hand; You always took care of me with so much love, ‘Til I dreamt of Jesus on his bike, showing Himself like you-a loving Dad. You were a very loving father who sacrificed everything, When mom was away for work, you crossed rivers if I get sick; You’d played the biggest role in my grade schooling, You’d always fetched and brought me to school through biking. I remember when you asked my teacher’s permission, I was sick and I couldn’t attend my Kindergarten Graduation; My teacher didn’t agree for I’ll be given an honor, Wrapped in blanket, you brought me up on stage to pin my ribbon. From my secondary to college life, You gave your financial, moral and spiritual support and guide; You’d honed your house-painting skills and you became well- known, A big help for mom and your three children’s education. December 2010 to January, 2011 was the happiest moment for me, You and mom visited me in a place so far away, A happy reunion of only four (with your sis/my aunt) but I was so happy We enjoyed your natal day… I never thought that was your last, Daddy. You went back home and suddenly you got sick, No matter how everyone climbed a mountain, you’d a remote recovery; Despite the pain of losing you as my eyes blurred with tears, I finally let you go to God, in Him you’ll find the most soothing relief. Today is your death anniversary and I’m writing my poetry, To express how much you are missed my ever dearest daddy; I offer you flowers and candles on the altar where I’ve placed your photo, Through my prayer to God, I’ll send my loving messages to you. Dear God, please tell my dad that I dearly love and miss him so much, Hug him for me and through the breeze, please send me his loving touch; Among the most beautiful flowers in heaven, please pick one for me, Give it to him- a symbol of my great love and forever he’s my best daddy.
Feb. 27, 2014 5.20pm A poem requested by my relatives for my dad’s Third Year Death Anniversary on this March/14. He was 64 when he died. It was sent back home through mail and will be read by my 11-yr. old niece on his memorial service day at church. >>Pls. click about this picture. TYSM


Long poem by john throckmorton | Details |

ROAD ONE HUNDRED AND TEN

today i saw A white car with big antennas in the back
Out stepped a man in a uniform of blue and black
He knew my name as if I have seen him before
My heart had sank  to the floor
He said my name is officer green
I was the first  to arrive on the scene
My hands were shaken,my legs wouldn’t stand
I had to sit down clinch to my wedding band
I closed my eyes and hoped for the best
My heart felt like it was going to pound right through my chest
Officer green said I’m so deeply sorry to meet you like this
He said its not easy for me to say as he clinched his wrist
You could see him swallow then take a deep breath of air
Officer said my intentions today was not to bring anyone despair.
I finally asked him if he would just say what he needed to say
my nerves are shot and with my emotions you cant play
Officer said there was a wreck and I did what I could
But he didn’t make it and I deeply hopped he would
I looked at officer green;my eyes filled with a tear
Told him my world is flipped ,my husband is no longer here
No more late movies or holding each other in the dark
no more afternoon picnics after a stroll in the park
I told him our anniversary was just around the corner you see
Its just not fair  his life and mine have been taken from me
Officer said sorry is there anything you would like me to do
I was so upset I screamed  BRING MY HUSBAND BACK WOULD YOU
down on my knees crying you must have it wrong
 the last thing he said is I love you honey I wont be gone for long
Reality sank in but it took quite a while
My husband is gone its true there’s no more denial 
Officer green gave me his card said don’t hesitate to call if a need arise
 my heart goes out to you and I will listen to all your cries
Officer said I am not suppose to hug you but going to instead
You are my mom I love you  hope you don’t blame me cause dad is dead
I made sure I was the officer to tell you so it might maybe give a little ease
Mom even though I am an officer tell me it is ok to cry please
Mom I wish my visit was just to sit and talk
It is the hardest thing ever harder than learning to walk
Mom I know I am an officer and suppose to stay  tough
dad died in my arms mom ,that hurts  my days ahead rough
My shift is over mom I will be here and stay by your side
Mom I know dad is in heaven waiting to see his son and lovely bride
Now as you drive along road one hundred and ten
You will see a fathers and husbands cross standing just around the bin 


Long Poems