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with a few strands all about her withdrawn face.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.
The 'C ' Word.
I am awake praying for the day I'm not dreaming,
of a brighter day where the C words not scheming!
Pushing and prodding it's way into lives...
hurting and draining the health from our insides.
I Dream of a day they develop a cure,
where all kinds of cancer live in all kinds of fear,
where even the word can easily be uttered!