John Streeter Poet Quintain (English)

No Room For Crybabies Pt 1

Prologued:  Before granny left....she used to sing to me a song..{that I'll} "that I will
never forget."  'Son...I'll be going on Home....soon', "but there will be someone who will
take care of.......You.."  {I say}..."But gran-ny....whoo-wo-wwhooo will take care of you,
and where are you going....(?)"  "Because me and john-boy wants to go with you". Tears
are (slowly) druel-ll-ling-g down her ...sweet-ol-face, she see's the tears...in the corner
of my eyes, and she graps my hand and she tells me to (hush)..."hhuuu-sss now boy and Promised - Me."  That you will take good care of your....Mother_____"and your (lil)
brother.....jo-john-n...(coughing...she cann't remember his name)...John-Boy...grann-iee
...John-Boy.."  OH'Yeah....yeee-aah..(he's) my baby, bighead and you Wiiill-led take care
of him too.  "Do you hear me.....boyy-ee....Yes'Mamm-med."
Then she say for me...to stay from.....Stetson Store...it's on Stetson corner where drugs are sold, and she'd never allowed me to ever there all by myself.  {she say} now even
in her weakest stage;  "you are to grow-up, and...become a man amongst...Men'(s)..
Still(coughing) and still...crying...do you understand..??  'Lil...Wesley..'
"My Angel is here...now, then the room is suddently very quiet, then.....the machine goes
flatline.." Crying moreso now...(myself) then someone touches me on the shoulder...and
say's...she's gone now....son..."Home to be with the______Holy-One".  "John-Boy...the
little raskal...he's my baby brother and he is (3) yrs' old, and I'm Wesley...(Hi) and I am
(10) ten yrs old..."Don't drive your...Mother Crazy....and remember what you...promised
...Me..(!!)."  "Because....there's_______No room for ....Crybabies..{!!!}."  And this is my
story.   (Lil) Wesley::      (pt. 1)

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Doris Culverhouse February 9, 2012 at 8:27 AM YOU brightened my day also with your comment!! thanks!

Doris Culverhouse February 9, 2012 at 8:26 AM enjoyed reading this poem....I wonder if these heartfelt things ever really happen....My family is like fat cow....hippobutt crit....we are not the sweet kind words group.... somebody say disfunctional....?? LOL

Carol Sunshine Brown January 31, 2012 at 6:43 AM It is exciting to see the replenishment of new poetry here everyday when I log on. I enjoy the diverse poetry so I am never bored by most of what I read. I am happy to have read your poetry this morning Wayne. I hope that you might be able to find the time to read some of the other poetry here also. Love, Carol