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Holly Moore Poem
We were happy as could be
We were so great, we were as one
then something happened and changed all for me
that moment was frightful and gone was the sun.
He came to me a dark night at work
To tell me some news of sadness
knowing that I would cry and jerk.
He kept reassuring me we’d get past this.
Months turned to weeks
and weeks turned to days
The reality was cold and bleak.
We started parting in our own sort of ways.
The kids and I took him to the airport.
Hugs, kisses, tears of sadness, and crying.
I hollered at him to let us know what fort.
He said, “OK” and waved as he went flying.
A year went on with e-mails and phone calls.
Our daughter went up a grade in school.
Our son had a birthday with bats and baseballs.
Was I one or were we many a fool?
I did not follow through as I had promised.
There we guys in the house and I went to a club.
I came clean and met anger, spit, and ready fist!
I didn’t save any money, and for that, I feel like a flub.
Now we argue all the time.
Constantly crying over our happy past.
When someone ask, I say, “Ah, I’m fine.”
We were so happy... it was a blast!
The kids see him yelling.
They see me crying.
“It’s OK mommy, I’m not telling.”
Come the words from my daughter~sighing
He now can’t stand the sight of my face.
He goes to sleep angry, and wakes up mad.
He walks the house with a slow steady pace.
not knowing our future makes me real sad.
So what am I to do now?
Am I to go on and suffer?
Why should I and how?!
With my insanity, they’ll say, “Grab her and cuff her.”
Now I must make my own decision.
I don’t believe l will go to hell.
I hope heaven’s real and not a vision.
I’ll find out, here I go, now...
all will be WELL!
Copyright © Holly Moore | Year Posted 2005
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Holly Moore Poem
I was born a kelly green
towards the first of the year
I was all shiny and clean
not knowing what I should fear.
I survived the summer heat
only with mere drops of rain
I will never be beat
even with suffering and pain.
As my host was getting older
I turned yellow, orange, and red
The breeze is blowing colder
it is my time, I am near dead.
I spiral with dignity and grace
to the earth layden floor
Once having a face
know no more.
On the dirt ground I lie
I am naked in a pile
Not yet ready to die
I give the kids a smile.
The children count... one, two, three...
They are running towards me
As they jump, they say, “WEEE!”
In the air I fly, I am set free!
I fly through the breeze
like I have never done before
I go through the naked trees
See this again? I will not anymore.
My edges become brown and crisp
I am nibbled on by a deer.
Be not sad and frown.
You will see my offspring in the beginning of next year.
This is it,
here I lie.
Do not fit,
I bid... good-bye.
Copyright © Holly Moore | Year Posted 2006
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