I Hate Goodbyes Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr
I Hate Goodbyes
I love the uniqueness of each butterfly.
I love white puffy clouds in the sky.
I love the whip-poor-will's distinct cry-
I hate goodbyes.
I love tender embraces from a friend.
I love the whistling of the wind.
I love when folk do not pretend-
I hate goodbyes.
I love the wonder in a child's face.
I love my peaceful special place.
I love mercy and grace.
I hate goodbyes.
I love how a warm blanket feels.
I love charming rolling hills.
I love a puppy at my heels-
I hate goodbyes.
I love the glistening morning dew.
I love friends who prove true.
I love my memories of you-
I hate goodbyes.
© Loyd C Taylor, Sr, November 2020
Recently while sitting in church with my granddaughter I could see that she was getting a little bored. I gave her a piece of paper and a pencil and jotted down the first line of this poem. I then encouraged her to add to it. I'm not sure what she wrote, but she stayed engaged in writing the rest of the service. Later, I got to thinking of some things I loved, but along with those thoughts, a different one kept coming to mind, "I hate goodbyes." Thus, the poem.
I hope you enjoy it.
Loyd C Taylor SR., the simple poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/4/2023 12:02:00 AM # 1.0.0.1118
I enjoyed it. Goodbyes are bad.