GLENN ALLEN NOLEN
Three years ago, my little girl died.
For the rest of my life, I wanted to cry.
For months on end, I kept asking why?
All I thought about was suicide.
Luckily, I found a place to hide.
It was in my mind.
You know the kind,
It is where no one hopes to reside.
The wife and I did not survive. We didn't talk,
And we did not know how to tend
To each other�s needs in order to mend.
She never returned after a walk.
We drifted apart rather quickly.
I had become prickly.
Curiously, I could not feel a thing;
But she complained heavily about my sting.
Not surprisingly, she left
Taking the only remaining piece of my heart.
I couldn't ring the police to report a theft;
I didn't have the energy to start.
I couldn�t send for help.
I couldn't even whelp.
I must have been sick.
Remembering my daughter was the only reason
for me to still kick.
It was odd!
I thought there was a God,
But he
Or she
Let me bleed.
I was in need.
Was I even alive?
Was I taking a dive?
There was no more we.
I don't remember dinners. Gee!
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No wonder
My life went under.
Five hundred forty-seven days later,
I picked up a ballpoint pen
Changing my life from what it had been.
It filled the crater
That had been in my soul.
Was it ever a big hole!
I wrote many words.
They were mostly about birds.
I used verbs and nouns
Describing my frown.
Enough to drown a boat,
Who knew words float.
They turned my life around.
I was found.
It may sound strange,
But I believe my daughter was in range.
She liked rainbows,
Before she was old enough to count on her toes.
She even made one for a photograph pose.
It's crazy how life goes!
It sits in a frame in the closet.
I never meant to pause it.
That job was too difficult.
Everything was an insult.
There's no one to blame.
Her death was a shame.
She wanted to be a rainbow in heaven.
She told me that turning seven.
Now looking up at the sky.
I feel high,
And I am so very proud
That she is colorful and draws a crowd.
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Meanwhile, I'll share her game.
She called it being a rainbow in heaven.
Happy Birthday Darlin'! You�re eleven!
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There once was this bottle in the ocean.
It came to the beach with the tide.
Someone said: "It should be opened."
That day is when people started to cry.
The label read: Emotion - Laughter, Tears and Devotion,
But no one knew the reason why.
Until then there had been no music,
No laughter, nor joy.
Life had a blandness.
A dreary same kind of dampness
That never led anyone to make noise.
Love was uncommon.
People had no reason to live.
It was only when someone saw that bottle a bobbin'.
That people started to give.
Who gave the gift of emotion?
No one seemed to know.
It certainly caused quite a commotion,
But it allowed people to grow.
That bottle wasn't seen for a very long time.
Then it was found one day at the bottom of an old mine.
The label did read: Emotion - Laughter, Tears, and Devotion.
On a background were the wings of a dove.
And these few words: A Product of Courtney's Love.
GLENN ALLEN NOLEN
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