Old Poetry Blog Revisit #1

[jadedfaye]

You were beautiful
on your wedding day
Straight and fierce eyed and smiling
Happy

I'm sorry, Grandma
He was a weak man

Momma did better.
I know my father loves her
with every action and word.
He is wonderful and we are
Happy

For my part, Grandma,
I am still searching, but he is kind to me.

I see her; I hear him
A beautiful picture, but an off key tune
And I wonder if he ever bothers to sing to her
More than anything, I want to see her
Happy

Am I reading into things, Momma?
Sometimes, I'm not sure.

I have navigated through storms
and slept beside warm fires
I choose my battles.
More than anything, I want to be
Happy

Comments

[oona]

I like this, and I seldom like anyone's poetry - aside from, you know, Shakespeare, Dickinson, Yeats, the Victorians and like that! :)

[jadedfaye]

Thank you for the lovely compliment. =)