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Ada Isbell Poem
The sounds a Bruise makes
Laying here without you tonight,
brings back memories of that awful fight.
What you said and how you threw your fist,
And it makes me wonder if I’m really cut out for this.
I miss you when you are not here the good things you do,
but I dread the nights you come home mad too.
I’m so torn between the good in you and the bad,
When you’re happy it’s all ok but you change when you are mad.
The way you buy me flowers to say you’re sorry so sweetly,
after the times you beat me repeatedly.
The way you tell me you love me and I feel so lucky,
Or when you’re drinking and yell at me that I’m fat and ugly.
You are a good person that no one but me sees,
Even in the times you knock me to my knees.
The way you make me feel like I’m the only person you world,
Or the nights you don’t come home because of some other girl.
People warn me one day it’s me you will kill,
But for now I cringe and I stay against my will.
Copyright © Ada Isbell | Year Posted 2014
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The man who shared all my memories growing up including all my fears,
Is the same man that never made me shed any tears.
He was always there for me no matter what was going on,
Even after all these years it’s hard to believe that he’s gone.
He read me stories and tucked me in a night,
He sheltered me from my parents when they use to fight.
He taught me how to drive at thirteen years old,
He always had a cure for me when I had the flu or a cold.
He took care of me because I was his pride and joy,
He tried not to act like it around other grandchildren but everyone knew he was being coy.
He loved me unconditionally and this I was always sure of,
But losing him made me feel like there was no God above.
Although he taught me more than at that time I could understand,
I realize now he is still walking with me holding my hand.
I loved my “papa” and fifteen years later I still miss him so,
How I would give anything to hear him yell “sister” and off running I would go.
Copyright © Ada Isbell | Year Posted 2014
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They said a teenage mother will never finish high school,
but I was determined to break that rule.
I worked hard to take care of my son and excel in my classes,
through diaper changes and broken eye glasses.
Sixteen and so many years ahead of me,
I knew who in life I wanted to be.
I had a plan and I was going to so it with all odds against me,
but I was going to prove to them that I would graduate and become who I wanted to be.
On May 2004 I put on my cap and gown and dressed my little boy for my day had came,
I sat there in the crowd and listened for my name.
I walked proudly as he sat there smiling at me,
I reached out and was handed my degree.
I was proud that I didn't listen to what other people had to say,
because at the end of it all I did it my way.
Copyright © Ada Isbell | Year Posted 2014
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