I MISS YOU SO MUCH KATELYN
Free Verse
When I first saw you
I can't explain the happiness I felt
after so many years of waiting
you're now my arms my dear
Dozens of kisses, warm hugs and embrace
so proud am I as I strolled with you in the streets
with a heart full of happiness
Two weeks you lived with me
then with a broken heart you went away
When will I see you again my beloved
to heal my heart so wounded
I MISS YOU SO MUCH
My Granddaughter, Katelyn
A-nother
N-ice
N-ew
E-arliness
K-eeps
A-way
T-he
E-vening
L-oneliness
Y-ou
N-egate
F-inding
E-ffulgent
N-ature
I-n
S-hine
Topic: Birthday of Anne Katelyn Fenis (November 12)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Katelyn Kirkconnell
4-20-17
Mère
The way she combs her fingers through her hair is captivating;
She always checks herself in the mirror before work to make sure her hair’s align and makeup’s ideal.
She couldn’t go one day without my palm in hers;
The way our skin brushes against one another's like a paintbrush gliding across a canvas makes her piercing, blue eyes glisten with joy.
I could never be like my mother;
Her effigy floats above my head, for she is poised.
She’s never able to confide in anyone else because her soulmate made her think otherwise.
Oh, but my mother lives her life off independency.
Whether or not she has her one true love to awe at her beauty or to reply with “i love you too”.
Altruism is what she’s always taught me.
Self-love is nothing but a void to me because I care about the disapproval of these mortals surrounding me.
Yet, she doesn’t, she never will.
An optimist, she is,
But I...I could never be like my mother.
"Daddy Please Come home"
Out this hard wood windowsill the ground is hard and raw. The dust does not bellow and the rocks do not stir. The night casts a dark black shadow on the valley of dirt and grass ahead. The moon and the stars do not shine, they are trying, but the perfect white clouds over take them. The trees do not sway to the rhythm of the wind, as it is nonexistent in this moment. The people in their houses surrounding this one do not come and they do not go. The silence of the darkness sends a hush shivering up the road were we wish that one person would make his way; and as the silence increases longing creeps into the life of the atmosphere.
Katelyn
A Poem, Please