Today
I watched you slither away.
no thank you
no good byes
Just gone.
******
Today
I didn't know
who I was looking at
not who I remember
no, my son is gone
******
Today
you, I saw
weakness or submission
to people who don't
deserve the son I remember
******
Today
I craved a hug
yet not for the first time
wont be for the last
or will I have to remember
those too?
********
Today
tonight I wonder
if this old heart
will mend
knowing you are
out there somewhere.
******
Tonight
I will pray
and ask the universe
To bring back
The son I want to remember
About the Creator
Sheila L. Chingwa
Welcome to my world.
Welcome to my thoughts.
I am proud to be a Native American Elder born and raised in Northern Michigan. Thanks to my hard work I have a B.A. in Education and a Masters in Administration and Supervision in Education.
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The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author4 days ago in Fiction
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So sorry❤️ Sending prayers... we have a daughter that is struggling. We keep saying that we are lucky it is only 1 out of 7. It doesn't make it easy!!🌹
Heartbreaking and melancholy!!!❤️❤️💕