Life Itself

And then he turns to her… “Save me”, he says. [Is thunder enough to shake her? Or does she need the rain? She told him it’s all over, Then why did he turn again??] She looks at him, And asks herself “Why?” [Friends don’t kill each other Then why did she let him die?] Tears stream down Crying for him Crying for her Is there anyone to blame? Sorrow erases sorrow And pain soothes pain He holds her hand in his She firmly pulls it away. “It’s over”, she repeats, Loud and clear. Can relief be enough reason?? Can love sway? [Yes, she did love him deeply But it faded away.] He looks at her And weeps And with each drop Her soul: hardening This is the last goodbye. Her joy His grief [What grows together… Doesn’t always die in oneness… It’s a sad picture Sorrow begging, misery] She turns He turns Knowing so well They may never meet But in their hearts She knows He feels There is never a goodbye. Every tear they cry, Will heal.

In my mothers womb I heard a voice talk Unlike other infants And to my mothers wrath, It was my father sharing Many of his thoughts. One day about a prince The other day about some frogs But the best was only one The one told everyday About dolls and frocks. As I grew from womb to school He taught me how to dance How to spell my name How to walk Everything…. [Memory fades away] Then one night as I slept I heard him softly walk away I pretended to be asleep And he preferred it that way I guess he was scared Scared, I would blame. I never stopped him And he never stayed We slowly grew apart And things began to change I learned to live without him To dance my own way I even learned to write Though our style's grew astray Then one day 15 years from the last in womb I sent him a poem I wanted to know what he thought If he thought I could rhyme A year passed And no reply I gave up But continued to write. 4th of June: Today I opened