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She searches through his remnants
Trying to find her broken pieces
Had she been important to him?
She finds a single piece of yellowed paper
Her name written in his elegant hand
Those hands that had held her once
Strong hands
She had felt safe in those hands
Unaware of his weakness,
his lacking
Why had he left?
She kept looking though drawers and boxes
Feverishly searching for answers
Only one photo
Taken so very long ago
Proof that they had been part of his life
The proof felt like a knife
Those young faces smiling at her
Blissfully unaware of what was to come
Daddy was leaving
He wasn't coming home again
She hands the photo to her sister
There must be more
She keeps searching
Unaware of what was important to him
Wanting more clues
Answers
Reasons
Another piece of paper
Her sisters name with her children listed underneath
The grandchildren he never got to know
She can't help wonder
Why were they not enough
And she realizes it was his lacking
It was never theirs
There was nothing they could have done
They could not be better girls
Happier girls
Good enough girls!
He was broken
Lonely long before them
His remnants scattered
Indecipherable
She looks at her sisters
They cry together
Sad for the loss of what they did not have
Yet beneath the tears they smile
Holding each other's delicate hands
For they possess a strength he never had
They have stayed together
Loved each other
Carried each other's burdens
Resilient
Loving
Caring
They have survived
If he had known them
He would have been so proud
Dedicated to and inspired by Bev Smith.
12/7/2023
No more am I your sweet little girl...
I am far past, brown braids and curls.
No shopping now for dolls and toys,
Remember when I first liked boys?
You drove me to and from school each day.
It was not close but a distance away.
You made sure my Mary Janes were clean.
I wear gold ones now, that happily gleam.
Daddy, you sent me to top schools only.
I learned God’s law, to never be phony.
You taught me top notch manners ,too.
We had raucous fun at Brookfield Zoo.
You also presented me as a debutante.
In your tails, Daddy you were so gallant!
In long sequined gown, and white gloves.
You and I waltzed as most graceful doves.
You later, fell in love with my baby girl.
Cradling her in your arms. like a precious pearl.
Your grandson, Edward, you never met.
But he is named after, you, true kismet.
My friends and I you treated like petite queens.
Presents were a welcomed, year-round happening.
And now, Daddy, I find myself as old as you.
But ‘tis not a thing that I rue but just verily true.
I will drive to meet you at the Pearly Gates.
In your gift, the red convertible, what a fate!
A girl could not have had a better Dad!
One who loved her, with all in his heart, he had.
Merrty Christmas, Daddy,you raised me ridgt.
I wish I were in you lap, this very, wintry night!
When I see the sun shine it reminds me of you!
Of all the things we used to do.
You’d wiggle and giggle and put on a smile.
You’d run and play then rest for a while.
I’d see you sleeping; you were so full of peace.
You were mine and I love you, No longer a niece.
My little girl…
You’d run and you’d climb and then play pretend,
All through the day, seemed it never would end…
Each day was a joy and each night was too!
Seemed you never ran out of things to do.
A cat a bunny a bird or a fish,
You’d watch for a time and I’d make a wish!
I’d wish for the joy the love and good time,
To go on forever but you’d grow like a vine…
My little girl…
I know things change as time passes by…
I’m getting older and try not to cry…
But that’s just me…
My eyes fade a little more each day,
My body aches in many a way…
My hair not its color is fading to gray.
Is that okay?
But that’s just me…
When the time comes for me to depart,
I’d want the world to know,
I lived, I loved, I laughed, I cried,
I gave my life for my little girl,
And then I died…
But… that’s… just… me…
A gardener was gifted a seedling.
Before planting its teeny weeny stem,
he gently prepared the earth,
carefully, vigilantly, so it was soft,
but tough enough to hold its roots.
Everyday, affectionately
he would provide it with water,
especially when the sunlight was too strong.
At times he would place an umbrella
over the top, so the stalk would not become dry.
When the winds would blow with force and
the sapling would shiver and shake,
the gardener would place a solid support against
its trunk, so it could lean on it during the storms
and when the puddles were too deep,
the gardener would wipe them away
and make sure it wasn't affected by the moisture.
Slowly, as the gardener nourished
the young tree, its roots spread
deeper into the ground and gradually
it began to reach out its elegant branches.
Before long, verdant leaves spread, all glossy
with their satin sheen sparkling in the sun.
When callous, colder days arrived
and leaves began to wither, like sorrows
the gardener would treat the bark and
cleanse away the moss,
so no beetles would ruin its skin.
When snow angels fell from the sky,
he would remove all the snow
and build snowmen around its base,
so the tree would be jolly on bitter nights.
As it grew all high and mighty,
its curly brown branches became home
to baby birds and hibernating squirrels hiding their nuts.
With sincere vigour the tree would protect them
from predators... Now the tree was big and strong,
so the gardener would sit underneath resting
from tiring days sheltering from the rain.
After a while the gardener never returned,
but the tree kept flourishing,
because it had unyielding foundations
to battle the elements.
I love nature at dawn in the forest green,
or in Autumn colors that reflect in the blue water;
and the birds sing sweet rhapsodies unseen,
I recall father, and all his teachings to this daughter;
and how glistening fallen leaves dripped, dripped with rainwater.
And your favorite father, the wild horses running and leaping,
down Autumn forest paths and faded meadows to a rippling stream;
but now, though I adore them- the wild horses leave me weeping,
oh, all you shared father inspires my poetic dream;
especially in Autumn hues of orange, yellow and gold in a sun beam.
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September 26, 2019
Poetry/English Quintain/Tapestry of Nature
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1168-879-26
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, Autumn
sponsor, Francine Roberts, Judged 12/02/20
They say love is wicked
until I found you, Thandi.
In the mountains of Lesotho,
your eyes broke the silence in me.
My soul had been calling you—
long before I knew your name.
Before you,
I met swindlers dressed as lovers,
actors wearing borrowed hearts.
My trust was torn.
My spirit bruised.
They say you attract who you are—
maybe the fault was mine,
not the image in the mirror.
But you…
you became the deeper cut,
the sacred wound that heals.
Your eyes were an open book.
I saw your Moon in Leo—
bold, loyal, without secrets.
Where were you hiding, Thandi,
when I walked the long avenues
of love and denial?
How far did fate carry you
to bring you home to me?
You brought bliss
into the softest chamber of my heart.
You became my oasis
in the desert of broken promises.
When I am lost,
you pull me into your world—
and our two worlds
become one heaven.
Your kiss—
it sealed a prophecy.
Your embrace—
it told me we belong.
When you whispered
that you lost your mother and father,
my soul trembled.
Remember, Thandi,
I will be father to your wounds,
and guardian to your heart.
And let your spirit remember
this ancient decree:
“What God has joined,
no man shall divide.”
When the mountains speak,
they speak of us.
They speak of union,
of destiny,
of love that refuses to break.
You are my bride from the mountains,
and my soul bows
to the truth of you.
The Curse on The First Love
I cannot marry you I must take another
The love I felt for you was really as a brother
The girl is astounded as his child grows within her
She know it’s a lie now how could she endure
The young girl curses as the village she leaves
The man left behind now for him she will grieve
He chose another under great family pressure
She cursed all and his like for taking this measure.
The century’s passed but the curse still endured
The first love of each man or woman incurred
The wrath of the Witch that cursed years ago
When her first love abandoned for wealth, or she thought so.
A young girl a descendant of that first Witch fell in love with a boy
But the father was not happy and said there would be no joy
The girl was not good enough for his beloved son
He would marry for money or he would marry no one
The girl was angry and hurt beyond her belief
She heard of the curse and to assuage her grief
She called down the wrath of the Witch on the mans first love
She got on her knees and prayed to above
The father of the boy fell under the curse
His first love disappeared and what was made worse
The Witch’s descendent he knew the story of
But the girl was his daughter and was born out of love.
The grief of the father, of the boy he would not let wed
Had struck home at the family right at the head
The girl from next door was gone, his first love no more
The daughter given birth too by his sweet paramour.
13/02/2012 Entry For The Twisted Minds Contest
I was alone, alone in this world, a world full of Heartbreak.
I was afraid, just a scared little girl, I'd taken all I could take.
First one thing, then another
Taking turns to wound my soul
First comes love, so easy to love another…
It was myself I didn't love anymore.
Where are you God?
Where have you been?
Here I am on my knees once again.
Where are you God?
Where have you been?
In a still, small voice I hear Him.
A voice I don't hear with my ears…
He says, “Oh, my child, I've always been right here.”
Each time I was hurt, I turned my heart away.
Still, God cried with me, though I did not pray.
He stayed right by my side,
With His arms open wide,
But how could I see that with my face turned away?
Where are you God?
Where have you been?
“I'm here, my child, on my knees with you again.”
Where are you God?
Where have you been?
And in a still, small voice,he said, “Here I AM…I'm so glad that you finally hear…oh my beloved child, I've always been right here…
…I was with you before the beginning of time. I was there when you took your first breath.
I created your soul, yes you are mine.
And I've walked with you or carried you each step.”
Where are you God?
“Here I am!”
Where have you been?
“Always with you my friend…
just turn around and see. Just listen close for me…”
“Where are you child, Where have you been? Because I've been here knocking but you must let me in…until then, I will wait right here. I'm counting every tear…until then,... I'll be here.”
...They sent a copy of an old tin-type,
a picture of Milton and his bride,
one look at it and I knew the whole truth,
Small Doe in the fighting had not died.
A DNA test confirmed what I thought,
and I resolved to bring this all to an end,
Blue Hawk deserved know death’s sweet peace,
so out into the crisp night I went.
As expected Blue Hawk did appear,
fixed his eyes on me and drew his bow,
I threw up my hands, shouted out “Wait!
There is something that you really need to know!
The Indian hesitated at the words,
so I nervously took a deep breath,
said,”If you shoot me than you should now
you’ll be sending one of your own to death.
“Small Doe didn’t die all those years ago,
with her lover to the west she fled.
She married Edward, who went by Milton,
and a family of six children they bred.
“I descend from that big family,
which means your blood is running through my veins,
Herbert Blake was my great-great-grandfather,
but Blue Hawk of the Sioux is the same!”
They ghost before me seemed physically struck,
the bow dropped silently from his hands,
his form seemed to flicker in the darkness,
then he stalked forwards from where he did stand.
He came close, then peered right at my face,
at the eyes and the curve of my jaw,
anger in his look softened to acceptance,
something familiar if my face he saw…
With that Blue Hawk turned and trudged away
fading slowly as he went into night,
he’d gone completely before sixty steps,
and I turned back to see my scared wife.
She stood in the doorway in her nightclothes,
but would not take a single step out,
I walked on back, and took her in my arms,
said,”I think we will be left alone know.”
She asked,”What was it that you told him?"
I said,”I just let him know that he misjudged
what happened here all of those years ago…
far time to settle this age-old grudge.”
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[Verse 1]
Well, hello there, Romeo — didn’t hear you knock
Waltzin' in like love ain’t got a lock
You've got big dreams and a borrowed car
And a fistful of daisies like that’ll get you far
She’s got your name in her diary heart
But I’ve seen boys like you come apart
You think you're chasing paradise and lace
But you’re one wrong move from a plot in this place
[Chorus]
She’s not your Juliet, boy
And I ain’t here to play coy
You think it's fate, I see a scam
You bring sweet words, I bring the jam
You see your last name down the aisle
I see your full name on a stone in a while
You want romance? That’s cute to me—
But love ends in cemetery
[Verse 2]
You quote Shakespeare like you're so cool
But if you keep it up, you won't finish high school
You hum sad songs and strum three chords
Son, I’ve buried charm like yours before
I’m not a villain—I’m just her DAD
Check out my warning smile and shovel.. lad
You think this story ends with a wedding dress?
Try — and you'll be six feet under, no less
[Chorus]
She’s not your Juliet, boy
You ain't her prince, she ain't your toy
You dream of vows, I see a hearse
You talk forever — plan on the worst
So go write poems, go chase the sun
But cross this line, and your run is done
You bring the drama, I bring the decree—
Love ends in cemetery
[Bridge]
Call it a threat, call it a prayer
Call it what you want — I’ll still be there
With a lawn chair and a cup of tea
Watching you test your mortality
[Final Chorus]
She’s not your Juliet, boy
Not a flame for you to destroy
She’s got fire, but she ain’t blind
She’ll leave your little tale behind
You see forever in her eyes
But forever’s where the fool boy lies
So chase your dream, but don’t chase me—
‘Cause love ends in cemetery
[Outro]
Go on now, Romeo.
Take the long road home—
While your tires still touch the ground.