Turkey party’s reconvened;
not quite sure what this might mean.
Spring hunt season seems a waste
when right now a tabled graced
with a nice big juicy Tom
fans the trypto fires, nom nom!
You laughed at my jokes
I thought I was being fooled
We conversed through the night
I could not believe its truth -
We fell in love, from the beginning.
You called my name
I thought too much of my image
We reconvened later
I could feel your heart -
We held each other, to few qualms.
You cried tears
I callously walked away
We reconciled a day after
I could see your pain -
We promised forever, to be continued.
You lost your happiness
I opposed your accusations
We found a way forward
I could not understand your cause -
We obligated ourselves, to remain.
You were left hopeless
I confessed my infidelity
We separated at once
I refused to be omissive -
We could not love, to the end.
Pretty young girl, in school and pregnant
Sixteen-year old mother, just a teen
Birthed a daughter and named her Edith
Had to give her up, it broke her heart
Through the years, she never forgot her
August third their anniversary
Inside she’d weep her birthday wishes
Sometimes she’d even light a candle
Atop a little frosted cupcake
She’d count aloud the years their passing
Imagine her wee one all grown up
This went on until she got married
Soon she started her new family
And she named her eldest son Eddy
No coincidence by any means
She wore her heart upfront on her sleeve
Without guile, she was an open book
Little Edith belonged here as well
Birthday cake on every August third
One night Edith did receive a call
No way could she sleep one wink that night
Aging, her biological mom
Had at last found her and wished to meet
So they reconvened and mended hearts
Now August third had come full circle
Her whole family reunited
Soon she could die peaceful and fulfilled
AP: 2nd place 2020
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