Forever My Number One - Poem by Leslie Alexis
Under the guardian wing
The little bird tried to sing
A song, a tune, a life of its own.
Off the table with a great feast
The people gave to the tamed beast
The dog, the best-friend, a bone.
The squirmed squeaks are unheard -
The deafening bellow of the little bird.
The wild beast never tasted flesh, tamed,
He’s a cripple at heart, his truth maimed
By caretakers who say they protect
From all, even freedom of self they reject.
She sits in the room all by herself.
A gentle memory floats into her mind.
She remembers his sweet word, how he’s kind.
She reaches for the poem he had written for her.
Beautiful words shaped in rhyme for her
Special she is to him, he calls her his flower.
She brings him comfort - his Wonderwoman.
He is her hidden hero, he's her Superman.
Super heroes come only when one needs rescue.
That’s what she did, that’s what I did too.
You rescued me from the brink of insanity.
I rescued you. Milady you mean so much to me.
Read this! A year or two, I would wait for you.
Friends forever, it is our predestined fate -True! !
I hope to you I gave enough of me, for you did me
To sustain and keep in your heart, as our memory.
I Love you my friend…. I’m waiting…
Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis
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