Shattered Hearts
I floated into the wind
and my heart stopped cold.
I suddenly didn't love him
anymore.
Why? Why? Why?
It wasn't in the cards
for me to stay.
I loved him once
and then he changed.
And the hurt started coming.
I had to leave.
Yet, I felt torn.
I was forced to leave my kids.
Because of a wrongly accused
disease. I didn't have it,
but the judge gave them to him
because of the lie.
It wasn't fair.
But I still loved them.
I am their mother
and nobody can take that
away from me.
Yet my heart got shattered
and I couldn't stay.
And now it is repaired
and new love has entered.
Jennifer Jo Fay
Copyrighted January 30, 2012
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Monday, January 30, 2012
Withering Roses a poem by Jennifer Jo Fay
Withering Roses
Oh, I sat in the seat of my car
thinking of beautiful roses.
Pristine pink petals
sifted through my mind.
I loved feeling the silkiness
of their petal soft skin.
And I sat at the drivers seat
thinking of how I would write
this sweet scented poem.
Suddenly I was stopped
and watched the rolling train
go by.
My window was open
when it should have been shut.
Damn it all!
Suddenly, my thoughts
of those beautiful roses
simply rolled itself out of the door.
And I watched in agony
as my precious words or roses
floated underneath the tracks
and that awful train
carelessly crushed my
roses. And my words were gone.
Withered roses
wilted and trampled.
Gone.
Damn.
Jennifer Jo Fay
Copyrighted January 30, 2012
Oh, I sat in the seat of my car
thinking of beautiful roses.
Pristine pink petals
sifted through my mind.
I loved feeling the silkiness
of their petal soft skin.
And I sat at the drivers seat
thinking of how I would write
this sweet scented poem.
Suddenly I was stopped
and watched the rolling train
go by.
My window was open
when it should have been shut.
Damn it all!
Suddenly, my thoughts
of those beautiful roses
simply rolled itself out of the door.
And I watched in agony
as my precious words or roses
floated underneath the tracks
and that awful train
carelessly crushed my
roses. And my words were gone.
Withered roses
wilted and trampled.
Gone.
Damn.
Jennifer Jo Fay
Copyrighted January 30, 2012
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