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Sherri Hospedales Poem
Mom and Dad committed a terrible crime
and now we all stand before the Judge for sentencing.
With tears in my eyes, agony in my heart and remorse in my soul,
It hurts for Him to declare my punishment
Life.
On a cold December night, I entered the prison
Scared, crying and confused.
All ties to my home were severed with the snip of a scissor
And I was given a new uniform, along with a Number
My new identity.
I was given to two inmates who were chosen to look after me.
They comforted me as I cried and catered to my needs.
When I was strong enough, I got the Grand Tour
Pain
Suffering
Misery
Unhappiness
I spent my stay trying to atone for Mom and Dad’s sins
But our crimes were far too great
At last, my day arrived and I chased the large white light
That led me to the throne of my Maker
Humbly, I asked
“Why did you send me to that terrible place?”
“What is the meaning of life?” He said
Therein lies your answer.
Copyright © Sherri Hospedales | Year Posted 2006
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Sherri Hospedales Poem
I was born on Innocent and Naïve Avenues.
My parents tried to stay, but Landlady Life evicted us
Just like everyone else.
“It’s time to discover new parts of town.” she said.
So they moved me to Discipline Drive and Overprotected Street.
A prime location on the Path to Success
I tried to run away many times, but the Traffic Light and the Crosswalk always pumped the
brakes.
Eventually, I found myself in the forbidden county of Depression.
The Streetlights showed me the way home, but Lonely Lane and Misunderstood Place was my
new address.
When the constant storms destroyed my shelter, I decided to try to
find this enchanted Land they call Happiness.
The directions say to pass the towns of Optimism, Faith and Trust.
I took the shortcut.
It led me to the Undertaker who stands at the Road to Nowhere.
“How do you get to the Land of Happiness?” I asked.
“Make a right, another right
And a left.
You can’t miss it.”
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Sherri Hospedales Poem
You stole a block of ice from the freezer
and you put me to bask in your sunlight.
The heat is melting me and you’re staring,
watching, waiting for me to disappear.
I made a pool of sweet water for you.
Its sparkle and scent invited you in.
You bathed in my goodness, reveled in my joy,
then sent me back to my captivity.
The icebox is a cold and barren land.
My tears are chilled, but my passion sizzles.
Let me in your world so I can love you.
The frost cooled my lips, not my desire.
I do not know how much more I can take.
Give this lonely heart a home before it breaks.
Copyright © Sherri Hospedales | Year Posted 2006
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