Hello beloved friends and fellow Bloggers,
Please forgive my recent neglect. I’ve had a very busy week and must return shortly to court. I’ve missed keeping up with your lovely posts but resolve to be back at it soon.
While I have time, I’m responding, in my own rebellious way, to a recent “3 Days, 3 Quote” challenge and sharing a story, in the form of a poem, about my morning. Thank you very much to Emily at A Writer’s Beginning for the challenge. I urge y’all to visit Emily’s wonderful blog.
My quote today comes from a Lumineers song, “Stubborn Love” from their self-titled debut album. The poem following it should serve to explain why I chose to quote from a band instead of an author and contains snippets of 2 additional songs of theirs. Like I said, in my own rebellious way.
“She’ll tear a hole in you, the one you can’t repair
But I still love her, I don’t really care.”
I hope you enjoy my poem. Whether you do or don’t, please let me know what you think. Parents, you may want to reach for a facial tissue before you read. I promise I’ll be checking your blogs and exchanging comments with y’all again soon.
12 Gone, 6 Left
This morning was bright and clear
as I drove my daughter to school
like I do most weekday mornings,
in fact, and traffic was light
We sang together along with the songs
on my Lumineers CDs, my eyes sneaking
peeks, in the rearview mirror, of course,
at my lovely girl every few moments.
“Won’t you stay” we sang, and my heart
clenched, throat tightened, tiny tears leaked
as I realized, for at least the 4,517th time,
she’ll be gone away from home too soon.
“Home at last” we sang, as she testified
“”Angela” and “Flowers In Your Hair”
are my favorite songs!” And I thought
Every damn song you sing, girl, is mine.
I can’t even write this poem without crying.
If ever you catch me saying I’ll be happy
when she’s gone, or words to that effect,
you’ll have caught me lying.