Denis Martindale


Youth Got Mail - Poem by Denis Martindale

Her email was a bitter pill,
She was no more my friend,
I sat there mid a sudden chill
I thought would never end...
Her callous words ripped through my soul,
Like lightning bolts of death,
As if she'd lost all self-control
And so I held my breath...

I waited for a change of mind...
Was that her final dart?
Was there a second chance to find?
Perhaps a change of heart?
Then solemn days turned into weeks
And weeks turned into years,
Such that my heart no longer seeks
A sad return to tears...

So, I moved on, alone, of course,
Regrets to bear like scars
And though true love I'd once endorse,
Remorse makes that a farce...
The other day, I heard God's voice...
He whispered soft and low...
He said, 'My child, she made her choice...
It's time to let her go...'

Of course, I laughed at such advice,
The idea quite absurd,
But God gives time so we think twice
And then obey His word...
'O.K., ' I said, 'I set her free...
I pray You'll bless her still...'
That's when I felt the Lord touch me
To take away that chill...



Denis Martindale, copyright, August 2012.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 9, 2012



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