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Char Vanderbilt Poem
She was a freckled faced child who
dreamed of being loved...
He was nothing but a heartless bastard who hated
everyone, especially us.
She was the protector of her sisters and
stood up to him as tears rolled down her
angel face...
His day of reckoning came one sweltering
Oklahoma summer in July...
She entered the house to the cries of her
mother, begging for him to stop..
The angel child had suddenly become the
protector of her mom..
She grabbed his belt which lay nearby and
swung with all she had...
Blood streamed down the side of his
face and down the front of his shirt...
The only cries now were from him and no longer
from her mother....
I love you, mom...
Your loving daughter,
Sharky
Copyright © Char Vanderbilt | Year Posted 2014
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Char Vanderbilt Poem
She grew up just 20 minutes southwest of Tulsa..
In a small town with 2 stoplights and a Tastee Freeze...
Everyone gathered at the First Baptist Church every Sunday morning...
Remember, if you haven't got anything good to say about somebody...
Please come and sit by me...
The years passed quickly and she couldn't wait to leave that town behind..
It's funny how time always brings you back to the Tastee Freeze and a
Root Beer float....
In a small town....
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Char Vanderbilt Poem
She loved him more than she loved herself...
But he loved the booze more than he loved her....
Their crazy life together was like a SAD SONG...
"These wounds won't seem to heal"...
"This pain is just too real"...
"There's just too much that time cannot erase"...
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He was her golden ticket out of that one horse town....
Behind that U-haul was her '79 Pinto and they were heading Eastbound....
He was a blond haired pretty boy who could tell her nothing but his lies....
She was just a kid of 19 with big dreams in her green eyes...
She worked 2 jobs to pay the rent and hoped he would remember to come home....
He would stumble in around 3 am with that smile and say " sorry honey, I couldn't find a phone"...
As time went by and more lies followed, she started to not come home...
Now it was finally her turn to smile and say " sorry honey, I couldn't find a phone"....
Copyright © Char Vanderbilt | Year Posted 2014
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