Sitting in a tiny room.
Wishing the worst.
Crying. Shaking, in pain.
Knowing you don't want to be here.
But knowing that not many will care,
Dropping the pennie in the wishing well.
Only the wishing well knows,
How I really feel.
Trying to find a way out
Not eating,
Not sleeping,
Just me in a room alone,
Not talking to anyone,
Hiding.
I make a wish in the wishing well.
Wanting to disappear, wanting to be on my own.
Wanting to be gone.
Hurting the ones i love the most,
What does it take?
To become the wishing well.
My wish never comes true.
I want to be gone.
Amongst the stars.
Around the world.
Your dreams came true,
Sitting in the darkest room.
Still fighting the urge.
Just pick it up.
And end it all.
But it lasts in love but it hurts instead.
I couldn't stay away,
But still wishing on that well.
To be gone.
To disappear.
Hoping this wish comes true.
I slid.
I cry.
I feel shy.
It will never happen,
My wish is wishing well.
It's all being drained,
To the itsy bottom.
Did my wish come true?
I say to the dead wishing well.
I disappear.
There was an old lady who wore an old shawl,
knitted it herself with wool bought at the mall.
Now old and ragged, Granddaughter Pennie thought
my friends and I could knit a new one, and we ought!
Two friends agreed, but it will be a big job.
We need two more, maybe we should “lob”
Put on the bulletin board, no one signed.
Then, on a church pew, accidently left behind.
Pastor Jim told Pennie's mom: I know two who knit;
one is black, one Chinese; won't be a problem, will it?
Pennie's mom, Mary, said: my mom's thinking is old hat.
Maybe we won't tell her til it's knitted, how's that?
So, the four girls got together and knitted away,
forming friendships that last even to this day.
Grandma knitted with them, said they were all cute.
Thinking can change for we're all from one root!
Christmas Lost
A Long
Long Time Ago...
There was a moment I saw the music in the leaves
Winter turned in to lights among the Christmas trees
Looking up and down the street
I smelled the musty screen looking out my window
alone among the changes that left me in a breeze
I looked at all the lights and knew every thing would change
some how I understood nothing would be the same
Illuminating all the ruff hopes of the living adults
Because poor as poor as we could be
Yet I saw on Christmas Day
Adult eyes tears of Debt they would see
A cry of laughter on what Santa gave
Radio Flyer to the kids delight.
Tommy got a pennie tonight
Mary rocked her doll all night
and I slept with my new
kitten all night.
I Now understand
All Parents
Sacrafice.
I
AM
NOT
ONLY
A CUP FOR HOT TEA, I CAN BE ANYTHING YOU’ D
LIKE ME TO BE. YOU COULD FILL ME WITH A
BOUQUET OF FLOWERS FROM YOUR CH I
LD, OR MAYBE WITH SOME COFFEE BE I
T STRONG OR BE IT MILD. YOU MIGH T
EVEN WANT ME, TO DECORATE YOU R
HOUSE, FILL ME UP WITH PENNIE S
OR HELP YOU CATCH A MOUSE. I
THINK THERE’S SOMETHING
YOU SHOULD KNOW
BEFORE YOU DO
YOU SEE, IN ENGLAND I AM ONLY USED FOR THEIR BELOVED TEA.
Brenda Meier-Hans
2012
My heart was broken then ripped out my chest,
agonizing pain far worse then the rest.
I thought I was strong enough to handle any emotion,
But I guess i gave you way to much devotion.
I gave you my heart wanting love and respect,
Instead you ripped it out with the utmost reject.
Even after you showed me no compassion or true interest,
I came running back with open arms ready for your next test.
I came back to you for a fresh start,
You had plans to play with my heart.
No more chances for you you've been given too many,
Now I wouldn't even want you if you cost a pennie.
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