Shelley L Baxter
Shelley L Baxter Poems
*** A Portrait Of Erica...
Her black hair pulled back loosely,
flowing like a long shiny crimped mane,
with a few strands all about her withdrawn face.
My God, please take care of this teenager...
Beautiful sad brown soulful eyes,
peer through long natural eyelashs,
that have been sprayed numerous times with tears.
My God, please take care of this troubled young lady.
Wearing dark well fit clothes that are in style,
current trends up with the times, fashionable,
she still appears awkward and her demeanor unsure.
My God, please take care of your lost child.
Your younger lips speak words
of wisdom-which torture my soul.
Words when left on their own,
Make me feel aglow...
If only your words were all you had
all actions-which you exude
would not make me feel as glad.
My emotions out the window.