Julie Schleppegrell Poems
|1.||Asad's Split Life||1/27/2012|
|2.||Sometimes Always Crazy||12/29/2012|
|4.||Whiskey Tango Foxtrot||1/21/2013|
|6.||A Brothers Cry||12/24/2011|
|10.||For Girls And Women||4/6/2012|
|12.||Silent Soldier (June 2009)||12/24/2011|
|13.||Where Is The Pavilion?||3/25/2013|
|14.||Language Of The Heart||3/15/2012|
|16.||The Failed Suicide Attempt||6/6/2013|
|17.||Hello, My Name Is Julie And Welcome To The Nuthouse!||6/3/2013|
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Hello, My Name Is Julie And Welcome To The Nuthouse!
Eyes of green,
the day you shook my hand.
The look was serene,
with a touch of a prince from my dreamland.
Rational indifference was clinging on,
but the feeling for me easily shook away.
For in my heart I have known you all along,
in a place you waited for me every day.
'Hello, I am your wife,
here with the minister to bond this matter of fact.
You have known me your whole life,
but I see you don't want to react.
I am not the other ones,
I am me.
I am not another re-run,
I am who you see.
Your fear can't be shook,
She's six thousand five hundred miles away.
We say a prayer for her every day.
That God brings her back to our wide open arms.
And that he keeps her safely away from what harms.
Cause she's six thousand five hundred miles away.
So we wait to hear from her every day.
We send her our love, our hugs and our kisses.
And tell her that she's the one everyone misses.
Oh, six thousand five hundred miles away.