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Going Through Non-Emotions
I listened as Ms. Azalea Lee spoke to me This is what she had to say… I sat with the door opened catching the noon day breeze As a package was delivered by the postman That stood there requesting my signature. I hope its something good the postman said with a grin Oh he may have been good to others, I said much to my chagrin This package I had no desire to receive Today or any day but somehow I knew it was the remains of him This was supposed to be a joyous day Expecting a newborn kinsman this eve and it being The day of my daughter's birth -- I must state How ironic this day has come in to play As I received his backward ashes today I never wanted to hold him in my arms again Never thought I'd behold his form this way My once tormentor, feigned lover, never true friend -- hey No one could say I did not try Held out the olive branch time after time… He would just keep trying to burn that branch and my arm right along with it. Even had my mama fooled By his falsified charms so bad that it seemed She did not care that it was I -- which he continually tried to harm... Darn, that certainly should come to me as no surprise As she often did much the same too me as a child She, picking and pinching with her trying words To get a grief stricken tear from this numbed heart of mine How absurd! Then Ms. Azalea Lee revealed some things to me that I dare not write for indeed they were enough to horrify... During that time, I whispered not a peep, for I thought to my self How could she ever sleep, with all of those emotions balled up inside... How strange it was that after the age of 15 she had not truly cried… At least until the day her father died and then she went numb again… feeling nothing yet still managed to smile My, how I wished I could share with her, this joy of mine…. How is it that she takes all in stride? Without a drop of hate inside… As I bid her goodbye, The answer came, she is mine and She possesses a strong will to survive. I now look back through time at Ms. Azalea Lee Keeping her stories as they sure had an effect on me…
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