Front porch Sittin’ on the front porch Enjoying the afternoon sun Breeze blowing through my long blonde hair Living life without a care
I bought you flowers Flowers for your birthday You cried when you read the card The picture of you holding them Remembering is so hard
Christmas dance My first Christmas dance My first kiss, so tender, warm Holding hands with sweaty palms I poured out my heart without any qualms
Messy Divorce My mother filed for a divorce Relationship took a different course My father’s crying would begin His fault for the mess he was in
Alcoholic brother My brother drank his sorrows away Drove a truck into a ditch Angry little brother diverting any blame My mother’s reaction was just the same!
Grandmother passing I spent the whole day with you You seemed fine to me, nothing wrong Fell and broke your ankle Three days later you were gone.
Internal Death I died that day holding your hand I felt your squeeze, saw the tear on your cheek Slapped in the face as the lights grew dim I knew you were leaving to be with HIM.
Lonely girl All alone in this crazy world Had to grow up much sooner Be an example, time not easy to spend Fight to the end, fight to the end...
A lady's heart be more like a flower in meadow. It needs protection from bugs, safety of love, security to peace, and of course, the love off stuffs, however, heart's heart whether it's of men's heart or women's, it needs to be broken, sometime, but not the way it gets shattered into pieces. A very deep and heartfelt poetry you've come up with.
Looking forward to reading your stuffs, and i'll make sure to subscribe to your writes as well!
You told a whole story in a really good way. An account of what happened in that year. I liked the short words describing it all and with a nice flow to go along..
Idk I felt like in this line of the last stanza:
"Be an example, time not easy to spend"
shouldn't it read better if it was "time's not easy to spend" or something to that effect? Just my opinion..
I liked reading this. Nicely penned, Anastasia :)
Your name reminds me of fifty shades of Gray lol :P
Thank you for sharing this with us. I was wondering how old you were because we have many parallels from reading this. I'm 49 and 1985 was a very tragic year for me also and I had to grow up really fast. I'm betting you grew stronger form these experiences at least my wishes that you did. A very great poem. a solid write that drew me in immediately.
Once again... amazing!! Wow! Anastasia! You blew it on this one!
"Fight to the end, fight to the end..."
So inspirational! What's the secret Anastasia?! Can I rent your imagination for 2 days please? ;) I mean, this takes skill! You take different events and flow and mix them so well throughout the poem! Show your skill to everyone in the community! They will love it! I'm tellin ya... :)