Grandpa

Grandpa


Looking at you, looking at me, utter disappointment
seen. A young girl pregnant, a fathers disgust.

Always so proud, an artist, a singer, a poet, now a mother

to be. A child to raise a child alone. Daddy's little girl, hold

me close. Tears rain down filling oceans of dreams lost.

Who am I? Always a good girl, what was I thinking,
a moments irresponsibility, life altering consequences.

Too young, life unlived, boundaries set for eternity.

A babe born, a father becomes a grandfather.
Disappointment turns to adoration. The child a burden
only in previous thoughts, no longer discontent, a
grand future ahead. Two daughters, now a grandson,
fishing, hunting, and boys will be boys, "grandpa lets go"!



MRW
01/09/2008

Minds Darkness

Minds Darkness

All alone as the night creeps in. Minutes seem like hours
and hours seem like days. The ebony night grows darker
as moments pass. I huddle in the deep recesses of my
mind, nothing but the darkness for company, surrounding
me like a blanket, holding me close.

Darkness is here every night, comforting, caressing, covering
me head to toe, refusing to let go, listening to my deepest

thoughts without judgment or persecution.

Night deepens and I hear only the beat of my own heart.
All creatures have scurried home leaving me alone with thoughts
only of secrets kept. Death and decay of the raven night consumes all.

Strong hands enter the impenetrable recesses with vivid authority
gripping me tightly, gently ripping me from the shadows.

MRW
12/28/2007