Missing

 

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Kim drops her things at the Relay.           

     She won’t hear a whine or pout                .

She has to leave without delay.

     With her work, Kim’s so devout.

Her job has status and high pay.

     She can’t see she’s missing out.

I’m happy when I see my Kyle.

     I’m in a state of blissing.

I notice every frown or smile,

     That others are dismissing.

It’s nice that for a little while,

     The boy gets what he’s missing.

At eight we see the mom chauffeur.

     Relay Daycare lights are dimmed.

“Until tomorrow,” I assure,

     And then Kyle goes home with Kim.

Though he’s with her, he’s missing her,

     But she’s never missing him.

 

The Final Hours

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The world is coming to an end.

The harsh heat has just begun,

And the moon eclipsed the sun.              

Can’t make it in the long run,

But run is what they recommend.

As comets rain from the sky,

Can’t think of a reason why,

I shouldn’t tell you goodbye,

But that is not what I intend.

I’m lost without your direction.

             Keep me lost in your embrace,

             As the earth tumbles from space.
             It’s too dark to see your face,

So let me be your reflection.

Others see a dreadful sight.

I see shooting sparks of light.

If the world should end tonight,

I’ll see you and see perfection.

Waltz

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The waltz is shades of darkest blue,
With dancing words you can’t confess.
Recall the loss of something true,
And warmth of someone else’s caress.
Thoughts of remorse, these feel no less,
Than sitting in a sermon pew.

The waltz is deep romantic red,
With fluttered leaping in your chest.
Recall each word your partner said.
Treasure the good. Dismiss the rest.
Submit to follow in his stead,
Because this love is heaven blessed.

The waltz is yellow, full of light.
It lifts your spirit off the ground.
Recall the hopes that gleam so bright,
Uncertain yet entrancing sound.
Dance every morning. Kneel each night,
And pray that these dreams can be found.

He Smiled

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I lost my parents at the fair.
I turned around and they weren’t there.
My anxious gaze met the stare,
     Of a large and smiling clown.
His clothes were white with polka dots.
His ears were large like cooking pots.
His wild hair was full of knots,
      And his eyes were green and brown.

I did not ask for assistance.
I gave in to his persistence.
I followed with no resistance,
      And the clown grinned all the while.
If I had known, I would have fled,
But I blindly followed where he led.
It’s no use now since I’m dead.
      My last thought was of his smile.