I regret my decison, I hurt seeing you hurt, I cry seeing you cry. And the worst part is that I told you and you followed. Maybe, it is the right thing.. but that CAN'T be the right thing, if ends up being the wrong thing. To the point, when we get to the stop light.. then made 4 right's and now we are back where we started. Every word, every waking hour, when I hear & know that it's my decision you fell on, and is now hurting us AGAIN and bringing pain AGAIN and bringing sorrow AGAIN and bringing hate, despair, tears, and everything that you can ever learn to hate in your life. It comes right back to me. And then I just know the answer to the question that will ALWAYS.. and I mean ALWAYS linger in my mind.. "Daddy, Do you still love me ?"
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English Honors Essay Prompt poem..
Leaves Compared with Flowers
A tree's leaves may be ever so good,
So may its bar, so may its wood;
But unless you put the right thing to its root
It never will show much flower or fruit.
But I may be one who does not care
Ever to have tree bloom or bear.
Leaves for smooth and bark for rough,
Leaves and bark may be tree enough.
Some giant trees have bloom so small
They might as well have none at all.
Late in life I have come on fern.
Now lichens are due to have their turn.
I bade men tell me which in brief,
Which is fairer, flower or leaf.
They did not have the wit to say,
Leaves by night and flowers by day.
Leaves and bar, leaves and bark,
To lean against and hear in the dark.
Petals I may have once pursued.
Leaves are all my darker mood.
Time to put on my rosary, Time to put on my shoes, & Time to TRY. Slowly, my prayers are being answered, slowly.. It just takes time, right ? I suppose so, but I'm really afraid.. afraid of the weekend. Don't tell me, you have a choice to go or what not. Because I NEED to go, to face my fears, face it and when in my face.. push it away & turn away. I need to conquer so I can know and see if I'm going to bear flowers & good fruit. Time is the factor right now, I just need to be patient, and wait.
Sincerely,
Kathleen Michelle Reichenberger
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