It's Just Blood Poem by Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele
It's Just Blood
I had just accidentally smashed
my boyfriend Howard in the forehead
with a horseshoe. The blood surged
through his eight year old fingers,
dripping down his face. I screamed,
dropped the horseshoe and spun
to race towards the house,
'No, don't tell anyone! ' He tried to
block me from reaching grown-ups
and help.
I remember looking into his eyes,
and seeing blind love, and fear.
He could forgive me any pain I would
ever cause him, and deny it as well.
If they found out he thought,
then our love was lost. Even now
I'm amazed, how love can survive,
in spite of all our visible
and hidden scars.
I remember my first kiss-and his instructions to 'don't tell anyone! ' How funny that one of us had a beautiful summer day, and the other had blood flowing, and yet the conclusion is the same, that is the fear of telling would end the whole lovely relationship! ! I loved this poem. Well crafted, with a killer ending!
Your poem has proven once more that when children love, it's one hundred percent unconditional. And for that kind of love to survive is a miracle. One is fortunate even just to have a glimpse of that kind of love happening to others. Excellent work. I like your poem.
Cheryl, That is a beautiful sentiment - - - I hope you got him help! ... By the way, no more horse shoes for you, right? (Isn't an 8 year old a little young for you?) B.V.A.
Cheryl, i too have been through this on first hand and i truly agree. Love is inexplainable, but its there, and it can cause us to do all sorts of crazy stuff to each other. Definitely a great poem. Thanks!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 4:38:00 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Thought provoking indeed what insight others hold while they bleed Good Write