backdeckbenny
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 10:03am
26th Nov 2024 10:03am
Kids
Our ancient wooden coffee table has bite marks on every edge.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The carpet, expensive all those years ago,is now worn and stained in many places.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The walls and doors
have all got dings in them from someone.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
Now the home is empty and every piece of it tells a story.
I never saw the little buggers leave, but they did.
The carpet, expensive all those years ago,is now worn and stained in many places.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The walls and doors
have all got dings in them from someone.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
Now the home is empty and every piece of it tells a story.
I never saw the little buggers leave, but they did.
#aging
#fatherhood
#marriage
#motherhood
#nostalgia
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1 Comment
wallyroo92
Poem Published
18th Sep 2020 8:38pm
18th Sep 2020 8:38pm
Dear Mrs. Tepper
Dear Mrs. Tepper,
I’m sorry to hear about your loss,
I’m sorry you have this cross to bear,
And though you’ve received condolences,
I too would like to offer a little prayer.
Mrs. Tepper, I know I’m just a stranger,
But if you could hear me for a second please,
I feel so sad about your daughter’s passing,
I also want to extend my deepest sympathies…
See, I’m a drum corps fan like many others,
I take a joy in the talent of today’s youth,
But when the news came over the feeds,
It touched my heart to tell you the...
I’m sorry to hear about your loss,
I’m sorry you have this cross to bear,
And though you’ve received condolences,
I too would like to offer a little prayer.
Mrs. Tepper, I know I’m just a stranger,
But if you could hear me for a second please,
I feel so sad about your daughter’s passing,
I also want to extend my deepest sympathies…
See, I’m a drum corps fan like many others,
I take a joy in the talent of today’s youth,
But when the news came over the feeds,
It touched my heart to tell you the...
#grief
#motherhood
#death #memorial
#death #memorial
539 reads
8 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
18th Sep 2020 8:38pm
18th Sep 2020 8:38pm
Dear Mrs. Tepper
Dear Mrs. Tepper,
I’m sorry to hear about your loss,
I’m sorry you have this cross to bear,
And though you’ve received condolences,
I too would like to offer a little prayer.
Mrs. Tepper, I know I’m just a stranger,
But if you could hear me for a second please,
I feel so sad about your daughter’s passing,
I also want to extend my deepest sympathies…
See, I’m a drum corps fan like many others,
I take a joy in the talent of today’s youth,
But when the news came over the feeds,
It touched my heart to tell you the...
I’m sorry to hear about your loss,
I’m sorry you have this cross to bear,
And though you’ve received condolences,
I too would like to offer a little prayer.
Mrs. Tepper, I know I’m just a stranger,
But if you could hear me for a second please,
I feel so sad about your daughter’s passing,
I also want to extend my deepest sympathies…
See, I’m a drum corps fan like many others,
I take a joy in the talent of today’s youth,
But when the news came over the feeds,
It touched my heart to tell you the...
#grief
#motherhood
#death #memorial
#death #memorial
539 reads
8 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
18th Sep 2020 8:38pm
18th Sep 2020 8:38pm
Dear Mrs. Tepper
Dear Mrs. Tepper,
I’m sorry to hear about your loss,
I’m sorry you have this cross to bear,
And though you’ve received condolences,
I too would like to offer a little prayer.
Mrs. Tepper, I know I’m just a stranger,
But if you could hear me for a second please,
I feel so sad about your daughter’s passing,
I also want to extend my deepest sympathies…
See, I’m a drum corps fan like many others,
I take a joy in the talent of today’s youth,
But when the news came over the feeds,
It touched my heart to tell you the...
I’m sorry to hear about your loss,
I’m sorry you have this cross to bear,
And though you’ve received condolences,
I too would like to offer a little prayer.
Mrs. Tepper, I know I’m just a stranger,
But if you could hear me for a second please,
I feel so sad about your daughter’s passing,
I also want to extend my deepest sympathies…
See, I’m a drum corps fan like many others,
I take a joy in the talent of today’s youth,
But when the news came over the feeds,
It touched my heart to tell you the...
#grief
#motherhood
#death #memorial
#death #memorial
539 reads
8 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
18th Sep 2020 8:38pm
18th Sep 2020 8:38pm
Dear Mrs. Tepper
Dear Mrs. Tepper,
I’m sorry to hear about your loss,
I’m sorry you have this cross to bear,
And though you’ve received condolences,
I too would like to offer a little prayer.
Mrs. Tepper, I know I’m just a stranger,
But if you could hear me for a second please,
I feel so sad about your daughter’s passing,
I also want to extend my deepest sympathies…
See, I’m a drum corps fan like many others,
I take a joy in the talent of today’s youth,
But when the news came over the feeds,
It touched my heart to tell you the...
I’m sorry to hear about your loss,
I’m sorry you have this cross to bear,
And though you’ve received condolences,
I too would like to offer a little prayer.
Mrs. Tepper, I know I’m just a stranger,
But if you could hear me for a second please,
I feel so sad about your daughter’s passing,
I also want to extend my deepest sympathies…
See, I’m a drum corps fan like many others,
I take a joy in the talent of today’s youth,
But when the news came over the feeds,
It touched my heart to tell you the...
#grief
#motherhood
#death #memorial
#death #memorial
539 reads
8 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 8:13pm
1st Feb 2025 8:13pm
Mementoes
Already, the day is slow. Tired.
The plastic tarp
yawning on the fence.
My eyes are dry
from crying, from seeing
too much and too little.
Even the wind is sobbing, somewhere.
Softly. Branches hang suspended
like a doll's limbs
from the railing.
My daughter bends towards me
in the doorway. Kisses me
on the head, smelling of sadness,
of perfume and vodka.
I am scared
and tiny and broken,
and completely unworthy.
But my love for her, like a cup,
threatens to spill...
The plastic tarp
yawning on the fence.
My eyes are dry
from crying, from seeing
too much and too little.
Even the wind is sobbing, somewhere.
Softly. Branches hang suspended
like a doll's limbs
from the railing.
My daughter bends towards me
in the doorway. Kisses me
on the head, smelling of sadness,
of perfume and vodka.
I am scared
and tiny and broken,
and completely unworthy.
But my love for her, like a cup,
threatens to spill...
#despair
#love
#mother #motherhood
#mother #motherhood
88 reads
2 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 8:13pm
1st Feb 2025 8:13pm
Mementoes
Already, the day is slow. Tired.
The plastic tarp
yawning on the fence.
My eyes are dry
from crying, from seeing
too much and too little.
Even the wind is sobbing, somewhere.
Softly. Branches hang suspended
like a doll's limbs
from the railing.
My daughter bends towards me
in the doorway. Kisses me
on the head, smelling of sadness,
of perfume and vodka.
I am scared
and tiny and broken,
and completely unworthy.
But my love for her, like a cup,
threatens to spill...
The plastic tarp
yawning on the fence.
My eyes are dry
from crying, from seeing
too much and too little.
Even the wind is sobbing, somewhere.
Softly. Branches hang suspended
like a doll's limbs
from the railing.
My daughter bends towards me
in the doorway. Kisses me
on the head, smelling of sadness,
of perfume and vodka.
I am scared
and tiny and broken,
and completely unworthy.
But my love for her, like a cup,
threatens to spill...
#despair
#love
#mother #motherhood
#mother #motherhood
88 reads
2 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 8:13pm
1st Feb 2025 8:13pm
Mementoes
Already, the day is slow. Tired.
The plastic tarp
yawning on the fence.
My eyes are dry
from crying, from seeing
too much and too little.
Even the wind is sobbing, somewhere.
Softly. Branches hang suspended
like a doll's limbs
from the railing.
My daughter bends towards me
in the doorway. Kisses me
on the head, smelling of sadness,
of perfume and vodka.
I am scared
and tiny and broken,
and completely unworthy.
But my love for her, like a cup,
threatens to spill...
The plastic tarp
yawning on the fence.
My eyes are dry
from crying, from seeing
too much and too little.
Even the wind is sobbing, somewhere.
Softly. Branches hang suspended
like a doll's limbs
from the railing.
My daughter bends towards me
in the doorway. Kisses me
on the head, smelling of sadness,
of perfume and vodka.
I am scared
and tiny and broken,
and completely unworthy.
But my love for her, like a cup,
threatens to spill...
#despair
#love
#mother #motherhood
#mother #motherhood
88 reads
2 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 8:13pm
1st Feb 2025 8:13pm
Mementoes
Already, the day is slow. Tired.
The plastic tarp
yawning on the fence.
My eyes are dry
from crying, from seeing
too much and too little.
Even the wind is sobbing, somewhere.
Softly. Branches hang suspended
like a doll's limbs
from the railing.
My daughter bends towards me
in the doorway. Kisses me
on the head, smelling of sadness,
of perfume and vodka.
I am scared
and tiny and broken,
and completely unworthy.
But my love for her, like a cup,
threatens to spill...
The plastic tarp
yawning on the fence.
My eyes are dry
from crying, from seeing
too much and too little.
Even the wind is sobbing, somewhere.
Softly. Branches hang suspended
like a doll's limbs
from the railing.
My daughter bends towards me
in the doorway. Kisses me
on the head, smelling of sadness,
of perfume and vodka.
I am scared
and tiny and broken,
and completely unworthy.
But my love for her, like a cup,
threatens to spill...
#despair
#love
#mother #motherhood
#mother #motherhood
88 reads
2 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
14th Apr 2021 3:35pm
14th Apr 2021 3:35pm
Werifesteria
he’s twelve now,
on the cusp of thirteen ~
my fourth trip
to the edge of the fire
of budding male adolescence,
watching with pride
and curious fascination
as the pudgy faces
of my little boys
become angular,
their jawlines turning sharp
alongside their tongues
I know the day is coming
when I will not be
the most captivating woman
in his life, but for now
we will still traipse through
the woods behind the house,
gathering fatwood for s’mores
and memories that...
on the cusp of thirteen ~
my fourth trip
to the edge of the fire
of budding male adolescence,
watching with pride
and curious fascination
as the pudgy faces
of my little boys
become angular,
their jawlines turning sharp
alongside their tongues
I know the day is coming
when I will not be
the most captivating woman
in his life, but for now
we will still traipse through
the woods behind the house,
gathering fatwood for s’mores
and memories that...
#motherhood
#childhood
#LifeCycle #NaPoWriMo2021
#LifeCycle #NaPoWriMo2021
170 reads
15 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
14th Apr 2021 3:35pm
14th Apr 2021 3:35pm
Werifesteria
he’s twelve now,
on the cusp of thirteen ~
my fourth trip
to the edge of the fire
of budding male adolescence,
watching with pride
and curious fascination
as the pudgy faces
of my little boys
become angular,
their jawlines turning sharp
alongside their tongues
I know the day is coming
when I will not be
the most captivating woman
in his life, but for now
we will still traipse through
the woods behind the house,
gathering fatwood for s’mores
and memories that...
on the cusp of thirteen ~
my fourth trip
to the edge of the fire
of budding male adolescence,
watching with pride
and curious fascination
as the pudgy faces
of my little boys
become angular,
their jawlines turning sharp
alongside their tongues
I know the day is coming
when I will not be
the most captivating woman
in his life, but for now
we will still traipse through
the woods behind the house,
gathering fatwood for s’mores
and memories that...
#motherhood
#childhood
#LifeCycle #NaPoWriMo2021
#LifeCycle #NaPoWriMo2021
170 reads
15 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
14th Apr 2021 3:35pm
14th Apr 2021 3:35pm
Werifesteria
he’s twelve now,
on the cusp of thirteen ~
my fourth trip
to the edge of the fire
of budding male adolescence,
watching with pride
and curious fascination
as the pudgy faces
of my little boys
become angular,
their jawlines turning sharp
alongside their tongues
I know the day is coming
when I will not be
the most captivating woman
in his life, but for now
we will still traipse through
the woods behind the house,
gathering fatwood for s’mores
and memories that...
on the cusp of thirteen ~
my fourth trip
to the edge of the fire
of budding male adolescence,
watching with pride
and curious fascination
as the pudgy faces
of my little boys
become angular,
their jawlines turning sharp
alongside their tongues
I know the day is coming
when I will not be
the most captivating woman
in his life, but for now
we will still traipse through
the woods behind the house,
gathering fatwood for s’mores
and memories that...
#motherhood
#childhood
#LifeCycle #NaPoWriMo2021
#LifeCycle #NaPoWriMo2021
170 reads
15 Comments
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