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Jill Kettles Poem
1 Mississippi 2 Missisippi 3
Bubbles are made for blowing
hold your breath or hold your nose
One more kiss mommy
and I will be at home base
1 Mississippi 2 Mississippi 3
Do as I say, God told Noah
to build an ark 5 x 3
in Houston, the Bayou
bring Luke, John, Mary and Paul
1 Mississippi 2 Mississippi 3
Close your eyes and remember Sunday
When Mommy was smiling
and Daddy was hugging
us so tight, that I thought I would break
Sorry for the bath with out cookies
Sorry for the watery grave
1 Mississippi 2 Mississippi 3
the devil made me do it
he told me so…
Copyright © Jill Kettles | Year Posted 2008
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Jill Kettles Poem
Missing Since 1983
I’ve moved 19 times
And I’m only 15
I’m not in the Army
I’m not in the Navy
Cause everytime I leave
I leave something behind
Raised by a four legged friend
Trying to do her best
Made sure I ate, drank and slept
And as Merle said, “Mama Tried”
Cause everytime I leave
I leave something behind
I can’t make up my mind
Not knowing how it will unravel
Lord hear my prayers
Cause I don’t want wheels on gravel
Copyright © Jill Kettles | Year Posted 2006
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Jill Kettles Poem
I'm Going to the Willard (March 1 2008)
Came in May 1860 with a ringing in my head
By 1866 I was dead at the Willard
This is my story, the life I led
A silver coach dropped me
Off at the dumping ground
Wearing nothing but a long gown
This place is dangerous
As nails and boards
Fly out at me
My hands are callous
Trying to flee
By crawling on the floor
Walking up and Down the halls
It never quiets nor stalls
nothing like having a demon
Inside you screaming
Against your will
At 3 AM
The walls ring out a tune
of dark and black
Drowning in my fear
Of losing myself at the Willard
My cries My screams
Are silenced by a pill
It sits and dissolves
Chaulks up my tongue
Gazing out the window
I count the headstones
So I'm going to the Willard
Where the rooms are big
And the head posts are tall
I'm going to the Willard
To drink whiskey with the men
And dance the Charleston
So here I lay
I've gone to the Willard
To go play dead
Copyright © Jill Kettles | Year Posted 2008
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Today I spent face down
in a pillow
for it smelled like you
Yesterday I spent heart torn
in a chair
Facing the backyard
where I found out the truth
I’ve saved my money
nickel and dime
I’ve saved my heart
time after time
for you
Rainy Days and winter nights
I listen to Nick Drake
Lamenting over his inner voice
and asking about mine
All I can do is answer back
by throwing a plate
just to see it crack
Copyright © Jill Kettles | Year Posted 2006
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