Marie WardAlonge Poems
|1.||My Beautiful Lee||10/1/2009|
|4.||What A Difference...||10/5/2009|
|8.||When Spring Came...||10/6/2009|
|11.||Sunset-A Tribute To A Freedom Worker||10/16/2009|
|17.||No More Despair||10/29/2009|
|20.||The Dark Room||5/31/2010|
|21.||My Grandmother's Love (Lakers -V-Celtics)||6/3/2010|
|22.||Perhaps, She Just Loved Him||10/28/2010|
|26.||The Let Go||10/29/2010|
|27.||A Woman's Debt||12/9/2010|
|29.||These Brown Legs Won't Stay Yours Forever||12/21/2010|
|32.||My Black Woman's Strut||1/10/2011|
|35.||Send You A Card||5/15/2011|
|37.||Memories Of Yesterday...||9/4/2011|
|38.||Saint Mary (St. Mary)||9/5/2011|
|39.||That 16th Floor||9/15/2011|
|40.||He Was A Father||9/30/2011|
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A Father's Regret
A father she had loved but never seen.
A picture sent by him when she was in her teens.
A physical feature she had from his genes
She heard people say she had to be his.
They would tease.
To her, some people could be very mean.
While both parents were many miles away,
Her grandmother kept her.
She was strict.
You dared to interrupt.
She would often have the last say.
She loved that child unconditionally.
She stayed while others chose to flee.
Living in the city, her father had opportunities to many treats.
On the farm, waiting for her father ...
I have a mirror.
I look in it everyday.
Sometimes, it's not what I want to see.
Instead, it's what I want to be.
My hope is to think clearer.
It's that mirror I want to break.
That shattered glass comes with consequences.
It looms with seven years of mistakes.