Goodbye

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So much pain this year

Today I did hear

Someone so close to me

Met her final destiny

Her heart grew ill

And she lost her will

Now I am forever lost

And at what a cost

It is not sublime

Being stuck in time

Longing for yesterday

And a chance to say

I love you “sis”

You will be missed


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – sublime

Please Don’t

Quiet please

Don’t do that

I don’t want you

To imitate him

He was a good man

Who was deeply troubled

And no matter what

I went through

All those years

I still loved him

And wish somehow

I could have saved him

So please don’t

Make light of his pain

Stop trying to be him

He was a one of a kind


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – imitate

Suddenly Alone

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She had her head down

Slowly shuffling along the sidewalk

She had no idea where she was going

Only that she had to get away

Away from the memories that haunt her

She briefly looked up at the street

You could see the doleful look in her eyes

She crossed the street in the same slow shuffle

And sat at the bench on the sidewalk

With a deep sigh she fought back tears

She was beyond consoling over his death

He had been her world for fifteen years

Now in a reckless moment he was gone

She felt she would forever mourn

She sat there for hours

Alone

Until the chill of the night made her shiver

Or was it him

Showing he would always be

With her


Written for Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) – doleful

We Would Never Share Chocolate

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It has been ten years

And I miss you as much now

As I did the day you left

Nearly every day that goes by

I still remember you

And wish I could be with you again

Just a moment to say I love you

To hear your laughter

To share some music

You taught me so much

And I feel I never told you thanks

What I wouldn’t give

To play parcheesi one more time

To sit next to you at a concert

To share a bar of chocolate

(That’s not right – we’d each have our own)

Often I wish there were guarantees

That I will see you again

Until my day comes

I can only hope

July 17th wasn’t the end


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – nearly

Directions Please

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It is the one place in town everyone knows.  I guess you could say it was the town landmark.  It was the old Anderson house up on the hill looking over the whole town.  It has been there since the town was formed in 1894.  The original family was Emma and William Anderson and they, like many in those days, lost young children to disease and were never the same.

Their first born was a boy, Charles, who only survived a matter of hours when he was born premature.  Then their second child, a girl named Alexandra, died from pneumonia at an age of four.  And their third and final child was a boy named John, who succumbed to tuberculosis at the age of seven.  Each death tore them apart a little bit more so that by the time John died Emma was suffering greatly from depression and was briefly in a mental asylum to try to bring her back to reality.

William dealt better with the losses than Emma but was completely lost without her while she was institutionalized.  She came home after electro-shock treatments only to find William in worse shape than she was.  So, they hired a nurse to take care of both of them in the home.  The night they both died in their sleep is now looked at with suspicious but then they just felt they died of broken hearts.  The nurse was never seen again in town and was likely the cause of their deaths.

This was why most people avoided the house that sits there still in disrepair.  They left the house to a cousin who had no interest in it and he never visited it until towards the end of his life.  He left the house to his son who still owns the property but lives in a house in town.

The stories over the years about ghosts roaming the house and grounds looking for children kept most of them away.  Anytime a driver got lost and drove through town for directions, they were always told to drive towards the house and take a right just past it.  That is county road 16 and it will take them back to the interstate.

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – landmark https://fivedotoh.com/2020/06/08/fowc-with-fandango-landmark/

Life In The Time Of Corona virus and George Floyd

It has been a thief

Stealing away things

Minute by minute

The hours are gone

In the blink of an eye

First the pain and fever

Then it steals your very breath

It has consumed my bravery

And taken away my freedoms

And does not seem to be slowing

Leaving me tense angry

And a little confused each night

Another sleepless night

Another tear shed

We must slowly return

To as normal as we can

Or the thief will return

And take more days

Steal more lives

Make us weary of others

And put those we love in danger

We must hear the cries

Feel the anguish

And recognize the needs

There is anger there

And rightly so

He was too young

It was just SO WRONG

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – thief https://fivedotoh.com/2020/05/31/fowc-with-fandango-thief/

Just the Facts

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Fact is you once were mine

We shared a life together

We raised a family

We were happy

 

Fact is you met her nightly

She comforted you

She made you forget the pain

She put you into a quiet world

 

Fact is she was poison

She slowly drew you away

She made you lose your job

She broke up our family

 

Fact is she killed you

She rotted your insides

She dwindled you down to nothing

She ruined your liver

 

Fact is alcoholism is a deadly disease

You wouldn’t admit a problem

You wouldn’t seek help

You wouldn’t stop

 

Fact is you died holding onto her

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – fact

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Shattered Dreams

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I just can’t believe it

I’m so angry I could spit

You broke your promise again

I feel like I can never win

Shattered dreams in the night

Hoping it will work out right

 

You swore this time you wouldn’t do it

But I sit here watching you get lit

You’re past the all night partying age

Your latest lie gives me pure rage

Shattered dreams in the night

Hoping it will work out right

 

The last straw that broke my back

Was because of compassion you lack

My mom’s death didn’t keep you sober

That’s when I knew it was over

Shattered dreams in the night

Hoping it will work out right

 

You kept drinking all day

No matter what I’d say

I couldn’t watch you slowly die

I was tired of my nightly cry

Shattered dreams in the night

Hoping it will work out right

 

And in a short time

You were no longer mine

You died in your bed

Still with demons in your head

Shattered dreams in the night

Nothing about this was right

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – rage

I Miss You Mom

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She left peacefully

Silently in the night

When I heard the news

I was instantly

Inundated with memories

And questions I could never ask

I felt numb and had

The worst pain I’ve ever had

All at the same time

It has been nearly ten years

And every bit of pain is still there

I wonder will it ever go away

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – inundated

Forever Changed

There can be no friends luncheon

No holiday dinners with all the family

Not an evening soiree

Or even a Tupperware party

Towns are shut down

And people are kept apart

But worse than all that

Is the realization that things

May never again be the same

As the population dwindles

And frustrations grab hold

Will there remain peace

On the too quiet streets

Or will this virus win

One way or another

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – soiree