letter to the dead

yellowbirdyellowbird Posts: 184
edited November 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
oh, girl
when i first met you
over twenty years ago
you were strong and wild
a bit too wild
and when we met again
through our own son's friendship
i thought you had finally settled in
how you loved him
the apple of your eye
finally met your match
your son
but when he was only seven years old
he watched you slowly drift away
bringing up old habits
and gaining a few more
waisting away to nothing
right before our eyes
so sad
i was afraid and so i dropped out
my son used to cry for his old friend
but they had to be apart
"his mother is sick" i'd say
you just can't see him for awhile
finally he stopped asking
and then they came and to your baby away
which was the right thing to do
even you would agree, now
that was it for you
now you are gone
found on the floor alone, listless, dead
and he has no mother to visit anymore
sometimes even love cannot save you from addiction
i'm sorry i couldn't help
please forgive me
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  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    yellowbird wrote:
    oh, girl
    when i first met you
    over twenty years ago
    you were strong and wild
    a bit too wild
    and when we met again
    through our own son's friendship
    i thought you had finally settled in
    how you loved him
    the apple of your eye
    finally met your match
    your son
    but when he was only seven years old
    he watched you slowly drift away
    bringing up old habits
    and gaining a few more
    waisting away to nothing
    right before our eyes
    so sad
    i was afraid and so i dropped out
    my son used to cry for his old friend
    but they had to be apart
    "his mother is sick" i'd say
    you just can't see him for awhile
    finally he stopped asking
    and then they came and to your baby away
    which was the right thing to do
    even you would agree, now
    that was it for you
    now you are gone
    found on the floor alone, listless, dead
    and he has no mother to visit anymore
    sometimes even love cannot save you from addiction
    i'm sorry i couldn't help
    please forgive me

    wow
    i am speachless & numb
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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