Addictive Poetry: For My Daughter
( my oldest daughter who scored the highest marks in her high school when she
graduated had started experimenting with drugs when she was 16 years old. She is
now 22 years old. Seven months ago I paid to put her in an excellent Rehab
Program it was a 90 day program where she was confined. I am happy to say that
she is now seven months clean and doing excellent. I did not want to write a horror
piece about addiction. We were both there we already know how that went. I did
write this poem to celebrate my beautiful wonderful successful daughter. There is
no one in this world I love more than my two daughters. I didn't know what real
love was until I had children.)
i saw the crow fly through the perfectly aligned tree tunnel
poplars that like soldiers stood.
i saw the crow fly through the draped purple lace air that like a prism hung,
into the enchanted forest.
another time, another place. where they had tied you to a wooden cross,
where they had lit the tinder that circled you,
where the flames rose to take you. from ashes to ashes...
it was there your bird lifted you, lifted you with his unusually large talons.
it was then your feathered creature flew you out, flew you to safety.
past your soldiers, still in perfect form.
past the adoring crowds,to your rightful place
where you sit on your throne queen of the gates,
and through it all you never cried. not even a whimper. you never blinked.
you ruled with your heart,
always kind, always the light.
August 28 2014
Addictive Poetry Contest