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Emma And Her Tearful Noel: Part Two
You sit there and glare as they sweep up the hair
As I venture near with hopes of repair
With bitter brown eyes and moist swollen cheeks
Your joy won't grow back for weeks and weeks
I say, "honey, I got you some fantastic swag[!!]"
Well, whatever that means it's here in the bag
I sheepishly plop it down on your hair-littered lap
Still fearing some vemomous verbal slap
You surrender a sigh as you analyze
Then a wisp of wonder in your wet red eyes
Knots in my gut I keep my mouth shut and pay for the cut
Erased is all trace of your confident strut
As I dig for the tip you bite at your lip and think something flip
Yet as bliss lies crippled and sobs ripple you let something slip
very moving story... I have a
very moving story... I have a few friends who have survived cancer treatment that could i could sincerely relate to this in some meaning ful way. excellent write!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
It's strange because my
It's strange because my nephew who has a tumor on one of his kidneys started chemotherapy the day I was finishing this poem. He's only four and I hope and pray that he will fully recover, enjoy a great childhood and someday forget as much of this as he can. But, yes, with that on my heart at the time I was writing this I guess it's possible that there was some influence from that. I guess I may have subtly written him into this poem without knowing it. Thank you for mentioning that; It really makes me think about a lot of things.
Thank you very very much! :)
Thank you very very much! :)
I shall pray Dear Peter for your nephew Truly sad
I shall pray Dear Peter for your nephew Truly sad . Do not I repeat do not thank me for praying because it is my duty as a friend of yours though unseen and unmet. May God give strength.
©bishu