Wounded So..


As Mother's loved for love's sake..

As Mother’s loved for love’s sake..

Played cards.. penny poker..with Ken and his wife..

Ken showed me Karate move or two against a knife.. both our women large with child.. bravado took us round.. how we would win in the ‘game’.. bullshit by the pound..  

Went home to the house before the house we bought to wait.. for something called ‘pound of flesh’ seems given  in each state.. still my own hand wrote the paper.. bought without a sound.. save closing cost Nana paid.. love true.. solid  sound..

Pam said ‘Danger Waters’ thought not quite in those words wait has come to end in sum of feelings felt and heard.. jumped into the Speedster.. child is coming.. yes at last.. found another little fact.. were damned near out of gas..

Yes I count.. figure amounts what who dunnit how.. young man lost in passion.. life danced three performing cows.. made in time the hospital.. child  wonder of this world.. wrong?,, could not think how..yet an unseen snake there curled..

Dr. B. came out to me satisfaction bent.. a full term daughter.. healthy.. given.. nothing bought or lent.. Dr.B.S. father of child who in pain gave birth.. said ‘ two months premature’, face hidden showed no worth..

When my young bride found nothing in this world is.. free.. wove a loom to doom a lie.. before flowers or trees.. were seen by this wonder child of nature born of love.. used so in such ignorance watched by clouds above..

Beautiful baby girl love flows worth more than life..  answers found in ‘living time.. no weapon found in strife.. filled the empty heart you left.. one from were my love flows.. you innocent in beauty child.. left me ‘Wounded So’..

Peace Tony

©.11.7.2015.arr././

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About cryinforthedyin

I write philosophy and poetry. I postulate solutions for problems..I find similiar things in history to compare to present day, hoping to find a solution to the seemingly difficult task of giving and receiving love. I play music. Blues harp, piano, guitar, electric and acoustic. I sing..I love to sing..Peace Tony
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