Had Times Been Different

Down the long graveled road
Flanked by woods with filtered sun
Evening sun signaling me to abode
Where the bitterweed blooms,I run

Join family outside in the twilight
With the moon rising in the East
Offering some soft evening light
Fireflies begin to emerge_beast

Their glow like small little suns
Flashing on and off, on and off
Catch them_place in jar motor runs
On these nights watermelon sliced

Homemade ice cream entombed
In store bought ice with rock salt
Both bought at the freezer store
Where huge chunks of ice stored

Mostly about these times memories
Of you how you could produce 
Much out of nothing and fun
When there was none__

What a character you were
Laughter and joy bubbling over
Then bam angry explosions
Never knew which would come

I always wonder what was wrong
Now I know that you probably 
Had some type of mental illness
Probably some chemical imbalance

Sad _for you could have been
Some very special person
Had times been different
Someday we will understand
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Harris Avatar
November 12, 2010 at 10:06 AM
Great write, I loved he feelings it brought me. I loved how it took my mind other places.
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November 6, 2010 at 6:11 AM
mama made the cream while the boys turned the crank. there is truely no better flavor. john
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November 5, 2010 at 4:18 PM
Not ashamed to say it brought a tear...As you know I lost my brotherinlaw this summer and my sister and dad over the past six years.. So memories and writing are important to me.. Hugs and bigger hugs to you from me ..Love Michael
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November 5, 2010 at 3:06 PM
enjoyed reading toedally
Sweetheart Avatar
November 4, 2010 at 3:45 PM
Sweet memories are always the very best my dear friend... always alive in our minds... beautiful intensity in your lines Sara... enjoyed with luv..
Thomer Avatar
November 4, 2010 at 12:43 PM
a very powerful and beautiful write, i loved the ending of this, very impacting. Well done Sara, always a pleasure. --Madison
La France Avatar
November 3, 2010 at 5:54 PM
many people do not understand mental illness, your poem shed just a glimspe on this horrible disease, well done.. and thanks for your comments on my poetry~~
Dietrich Avatar
November 3, 2010 at 1:34 PM
thanks for explaining more to me about who this was, Sara. And yes, I think your wild bells with fireworks really did the trick for what you imagined! Luv, Andrea
Maverick Avatar
November 3, 2010 at 11:19 AM
obviously an emotional write, i can only say that it touches something inside, and i wish you all the good fortune possible, joe.
Rhinem Avatar
November 3, 2010 at 11:10 AM
Smile ~ "Have A Very 'Blessed & Beautiful' Day 'My Dear, Lovely & Precious Sara Kendrick,' Amid The Tender & Loving Arms of 'The Rising Suns' Warmth This, 'Beautiful Love;'" Bye!:) ~
Rhinem Avatar
November 3, 2010 at 11:07 AM
Smile ~ I do not know why but this poe makes myself consider Legion from the shores before "Christ the Messiah" & how, from the tombs of madness he suddenly found himself at peace afore, "The King of Kings" ~ Smile, "Beautiful, 'My Dear Lovely & Precious, Sara Kendrick!!!'" ~ "Excellently Spoken Compassions Poe" ~ "My Love & Warmth to 'You Always' &, All You Love," John! ~ ....Cont:)
Brown Avatar
November 3, 2010 at 10:41 AM
Thank you for posting your poetry that we may all enjoy it here at PoetrySoup Sara. Love, Carol
Neels Avatar
November 3, 2010 at 10:08 AM
Sometimes this is the most difficult to grasp how someone can flip from a high to a low in split seconds. You have an amazing way of bringing this to life in your write Sara. Hope your week's been good ;) bb Wilma
Iyer Avatar
November 2, 2010 at 10:43 PM
I felt very emotional after reading this sara
Dietrich Avatar
November 2, 2010 at 9:04 PM
sounds like a bi polar, sara. My sister married one of them and later they divorced and he killed himself. Sad to think what the purpose for all these things in the world might be! An interesting write. LUv, Andrea
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November 2, 2010 at 8:32 PM
This is so touching, Sara. I'm sorry you had a family member who apparently had mental illness. Sounds like bipolar -- joy and laughter followed by angry explosions. My mother had depression, but it was never this unpredictable. Must have been very hard to understand. Love, Carolyn
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November 2, 2010 at 4:44 PM
I read in this write the sweet indulgence of a loved one, through the merry and hardship. It's clear to see here, that your heart is true to life ! Great visual dear poet ! much love, james
Mehta Avatar
November 2, 2010 at 1:47 PM
A nice pen picture you have drawn of the person once bubbling with laughter had mental ilness, Sara
Haick Avatar
November 2, 2010 at 11:38 AM
Dear Sarah, I am truly sorry about this. There is so much we don't understand..still we are always grateful for sweet memories and for the light that was on loan to us for a little while...please be strong and know you will see your loved one again. Love, Audrey
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