Ann Foster Poet Narrative

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The End of Nothing

The End of Nothing

I am sitting...
waiting and thinking. 
Really going crazy, 
slowly insane. 
I am at home, 
trapped. (by discretion)

My guy is in the building. 
The big white one, 
that no one likes to speak of, 
even in solemn low voices;
these days. 
A simple operation, 
an easy thing to do, 
unless the rest of the world, 
has stepped off the ledge. 

I would like to run to his side, 
I would like to fly in
and save... the day!
Or at least bring my parrot, 
I would hide him in my purse. 
I would let him loose...
and tell him to be quiet, 
and not get us thrown out.
As he talks and tells jokes...
for hours.

I would like to bake cupcakes...
for the whole third floor. 
Then make them again, 
as I messed up,
and he, my guy is on the second. 
While I am at it...
I will just keep baking, 
until there is no more flower (flour)...
sugar and... or eggs left.

I would like to bring music. 
A player or radio, 
as I can not sing. 
They would thank me, 
and be cheerful about it. 

Yet...
There is nothing I can do, 
except pray. 
On my knees, 
in my heart, 
with soul lifted up...
in nearly inaudible request, 
blind sadness, 
and grateful knowing;
"I am heard."

I am not sick. 
No one I know is sick. 
It is not the reason, 
I am not at his side. 
I believe...
that together, 
we are better apart. (That is all of us.)
Fear and depression...
have been given no place. 
This will pass. 
My guy will be better. 
He will come home. 

God loves His children. 
Be hopeful,
even joyful. 
Turn on the lights, 
and tell the dark...
be gone!

We have liberty and we stand. 
We have freedom, 
and we choose to believe. 
We are faithful, 
and not forgotten.
We know this...
this sickness thing...

Is nothing, 
in the
end. 




Do not fear... God did not give us a spirit of fear.

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Andrea Dietrich March 20, 2020 at 9:24 PM so emotive, Ann. Very imaginative. That last line I thought was fantastic!!

Arturo Michael March 19, 2020 at 9:23 AM I felt your emotions weave into this poems...Well expressed Ann Foster March 19, 2020 at 10:57 AM Thank you kind friend. Your words ever lift me up and make me want to write again. God keep you and your family safe in these crazy times. Love your writing. It cheers me and takes me places... that is great... Ann

Jenish Somadas March 19, 2020 at 12:37 AM Be hopeful,..even joyful...Turn on the lights, ..and tell the dark...be gone!.. Nice message and positive ending.. Great poem Ann.. Ann Foster March 19, 2020 at 11:00 AM Thank you. I believe we need good things to read. Happy thoughts at the end, like when we were kids and there were real happy endings at the end of books, movies, and all. Now not so much. We watched "g" rated... we need to try to return to "G" rated...