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Terry-Ann Coley Poem
The father has left the family,
To chart new territories somewhere
So the mother looks to God for strength
To bring up her little girl
Who will only get the best she vows
While watching the child play from the window
She ponders how life is like a window
Through which to frame the beauty of family
Even in the face of broken vows
The family can exist somewhere
Solidly developing a little girl
Who will never lack in strength.
She worries that without this strength,
She will see something different in that window:
A tarnished and hollow girl,
Destroyed because a father eschewed a family
To live a different life somewhere,
Never to be bothered by vows.
She has since made many new vows
Especially to guide her daughter with strength,
Like wise light shining from somewhere
Straight through an open window
To give assurance to the youngest of a family,
Who will one day be much more than a girl.
One day when her daughter is no longer a girl,
The mother hopes there will be exchange of new vows,
Based on strong foundation of family.
The chosen spouse will be a man of strength:
Always remaining in the frame of that window;
Caring for family, not desiring to go off somewhere.
The daughter will become a woman who has been somewhere,
That challenged her to face what was missing as a girl.
However, she will take a closer look back through that window,
Clearly seeing all the love and wisdom made in vows
By a mother constantly praying for strength
To create for her daughter a true family.
A clock chimes from somewhere, interrupting thoughts of vows.
The mother takes one last look at her girl, who will grow up in strength,
Before turning away from the window, to go enjoy being with family.
Copyright © Terry-Ann Coley | Year Posted 2013
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Terry-Ann Coley Poem
Dawn’s arms rock us awaken
First light guides our eyes open
A minute or two we bask
Before we rise to the tasks
Buzzing we go, all duty
Not missing the melody
Of plans laid out well in war
When the battle cry did warn
Signs were posted in plenty
In aches of flesh past groaning
Clocks ticked too fast to keep up
We sensed the call to the Sun
Finally armed and fueled
We three and the engine revved
Taking routes always farther
Away from the walled master
Warmer becomes flesh and heart
As we steer like movie stars
Heads high to catch the sun’s drops
Eyes shaded in blissful lost
Soon we are flying through air
Passing green-eyed rooms with cheer
Bucolic scenes blaze colors
How beautifully they merge
Tempo slows as deep blue nears
Silent, the wait comes to bear
Descent is smooth, toes sink in
Digging in grains so golden
It is here we recover
Here, we let go of the war
Copyright © Terry-Ann Coley | Year Posted 2013
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Terry-Ann Coley Poem
Money, you are such a fool,
Dastardly you run into pockets,
Where plenty is already stored.
You carry on like a heartless goon,
And they say you are a useful tool.
You have no regard for my needs,
Drawn to frivolous fineries,
Making lovely souvenirs in my starvation.
Your march from my account will not cease,
Oh how you love to watch me bleed.
Don’t think I can’t hear your mocking tone
Saying: why don’t I earn more?;
It’s not your fault I wasn’t born rich;
Or maybe I should just take out a loan;
Don’t worry about debt, just be glad for the dough.
But see money, I have a plan for you.
We may never be friends but we will be together.
Your disrespect and insouciance will be ignored,
While all my dreams come true.
And you shall be utterly silent,
When I’m enjoying my mansion’s view!
Copyright © Terry-Ann Coley | Year Posted 2013
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An assailing bursts from a mind turned sinister,
Buoyed by a madness that cares solely for gratification.
Unsuspecting is the defenseless victim, who is forced to
Submit to demands of pain and perversion that will forever be
Etched in a mind as an inexorable eclipse fixable only by hope’s light.
Copyright © Terry-Ann Coley | Year Posted 2013
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