Coming Out Party
we sat across from each other
he cried
memories bulging from the framework of our walls
little boy with little tear
see it fall down to here
~i'd trace my finger softly down your rosy cheek
little boy with little tear
don't you know that mommie's near
~i'd sing to you
because that's what mothers do
we sat across from each other
he cried
~i had been waiting for this day
waiting to give you all my courage
he asked
do you think if grandpa sees me
that he hates me
he cries pain
trying to cool his self inflicted wounds
i don't want grandpa to hate me
i rose
and left my tears over his
where grandpa is there is only love
he loves you now more than he did before
my son smiled
framed by lips of uncertainty
and the only image
running through my mind
at the gravesite
we turned to leave
he keeps a private moment
and stands alone
to salute his grandfather
i love you grandpa
i cry
his life
it has come to this
to speak the truth
to be what he did not ask
then
wait to be hated
he believes
even by those in heaven
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i believe that God will truely be happy not when we reach perfection, but when we love prefectly..........
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Admin note:
Nominated for Poem of the Week on 4/23/2004
Very touching Jeanne.