You kissed your babies goodbye today
Your husbands and your wives
We never dreamed that hate
It seems
Would end your very lives
As sudden as a raindrop falling
Upon a hot tin roof
Were evaporated souls and dreams
In undeniable proof
Thousands of Angels ascended
All colors, shapes, and sizes
They left their useless bodies behind
In unrecognizable disguises
Why!
We cry
With tears and angry voices
Its all because
Like the Devil does
People make bad choices
Its hard to accept
That some of the best
Have left us all behind
But they will see from on high
That more people will die
An eye for an eye
When Americas wrath has been defined
To see no differences in one another
Is hard
And often true
But from now on all we will see
Is you, me
Red, White
And blue.
Wendy Roberson
9/17/01
How's Momma?
She's doing alright.
I sat up with her
All last night.
I propped her up
And we talked awhile
I made her laugh.
She made me smile.
She told me things I never knew.
Like when we were little,
The things we'd do.
She whispers softly,
so I'd lean in close.
She said I love you son.
I'd say I love you most.
Estranged we were,
Until I heard,
She wouldn't be around
To put a shadow on my doorstep
When my world turned upside down.
Sorry you couldn't be here.
You're half a world away.
The reason I called,
Is that she went to meet God
earlier today.
How's Momma?
She's doing alright.
She's sitting up with God tonight.
Horses in the hallway
Elephants overhead
The kids are up at play
And I am still in bed
My man is blowing the leaves outside
The t.v. is screaming loud
And I'm expecting a crowd today
I'd better get a move on now.
Why is it every year
I say it's okay for it to be
Oh, my house is fine.
This year you can all come to see me!
Every time I gripe and groan
About my sister Helen and Great Aunt Joan
How they never ask to help clean up
or my good old Grandma Lee
Who just cant help but interrupt.
How the guys are scratching and itching
while the game blares from the middle room
Just cussing out the guy with the ball
While the kids go sauntering thru
It's wonderful the holidays
Bright and cheery
Stomachs full
I say I aint gonna do it next year
But everyone else knows that I will.
WDHR 10\17\05 4:15 a.m.
I have little secrets
That no one knows about
They scatter in my head
One by one I pick them out
I grin silently to myself
Think it all straight through
Look up and all around
Thinking how funny if you knew.
(Same day oct)
If God knows how it all ends up
Why let us live it out
Seems silly to sit through a discussion
If you know that everyone will shout
So many just dumb questions
So many rules and wrongs
Will it really matter in the end
If we all were dogs.
(Same day oct)
Solitary
Me
The moon
The sun
Unshared
Still
No where to run
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