Judge Santiago Burdon Poet Rhyme

She's Never Coming Home

SHE'S NEVER COMING                     HOME

On a two lane Nevada back road
The morning painting up the dawn
She met up with Eternity
And he bribed her gypsy soul
She wouldn't leave a road untraveled
couldn't leave a dream unturned
Risk was just tuition for a lesson to be learned
With youth as her insurance 
A tender heart as her passport
Sights  unseen her religion
Lives she touched it's reward.
She's never comin home.
Fate demanded payment before showing her the route
So she paid the toll her most precious gift
Her life that hadn't bared it's fruit.
Death handed her  a road map
He pointed toward the stars.
The breeze rustled her angel wings
And she thanked him with a smile
His face twisted in confusion
He thought he made a righteous deal
It was her that reaped the profit
Nirvana now revealed
She laughed at death 
I got a bargin because nothing ever ends
There's only new beginnings
And a chance to make new friends
She's never coming home.
She whispered papi don't you worry
Sweet mama please don't grieve
There is just someplace else where I need to be
She embraced her pirate spirit
And turned her sails into the wind 
Then set off on a journey 
Another place she's never been
Highway niney five Nevada milepost thirteen 
At sunrise if you listen close
You can hear her sing
Live your dreams
You've got to leave your dreams.
She's never coming home.

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Jean Bush October 30, 2018 at 1:16 PM Heartbreakingly sorry for your loss. Reunion signpost up ahead, I think. We'll all know this road someday.

CayCay Godwin March 10, 2018 at 8:14 AM I think this is fantastic! My comments are based on it being fiction, k? I immediately related to my own risky teenage adventures and was further drawn in by your dramatic imagery, the repeat of that line only adds to the emotional feel that couples the drama. It played like a short video, one that stays in your head for quite a while. A give you a YI, excellent creativity. Poetry hugs ... CayCay Judge Santiago Burdon March 10, 2018 at 8:10 PM Actually non fiction it is about my daughter's death.