Not What I Expected

He said “I love you”
And I felt it in my soul
“I’ll take care of you,
For that is a husband’s role”

“If you’ll marry me,
I promise not to leave you,
And as you will see
To never, ever hurt you”

“I do believe you”
Yet the words were hard to say
“I’m in love with you”
But my head screamed “Run away!”

My heart he did steal
And he heard me say “I do”
Then prayed it was real
But my soul already knew

Vowing “I love you”
To the man I respected
Meant “forever” too
A silent fear deflected

I stayed ever true
Though with time felt rejected
‘Cause when God took you
It’s not what I expected

Grief moved in to stay
The moment that I lost you
When there is no way
To love this life without you

For my husband, Mark (Aug., 1961 to Jan.,2019)

Teresa Marie  7/4/20

 

Sisters & Brothers Alone

 

 

 

I Was Taught Respect

From a young child
respect was taught
for those whose lives
our safety bought

It mattered not
what badge they wore
more important
the oath they swore

A debt we owed
of gratitude
freely given
without attitude

Killing police
condoned by blacks
proves just what
this country lacks

Following God
His laws to keep
was in our hearts
conviction deep

Yet to believe
today brings scorn
an evil soul
in us was born

If once again
we put God first
He’d prosper us
and lift our curse!

A POEM TO WHICH I CAN RELATE VIA MY MOM

A POEM TO WHICH I CAN RELATE

I remember the bologna of my Childhood
And the bread that we cut with a knife
When the Children helped with the housework
And the men went to work not the wife.

The cheese never needed a fridge
And the bread was so crusty and hot
The Children were seldom unhappy
And the Wife was content with her lot.

I remember the milk from the bottle
With the yummy cream on the top
Our dinner came hot from the oven,
And not from a freezer; or shop.

The kids were a lot more contented,
They didn’t need money for kicks,
Just a game with their friends in the road,
And sometimes the Saturday flicks.

I remember the shop on the corner,
Where cookies for pennies were sold
Do you think I’m a bit too nostalgic?
Or is it….I’m just getting Old?

Bathing was done in a wash tub,
With plenty of rich foamy suds
But the ironing seemed never ending
As Mama pressed everyone’s ‘duds’.

I remember the slap on my backside,
And the taste of soap if I swore
Anorexia and diets weren’t heard of
And we hadn’t much choice what we wore.

Do you think that bruised our ego?
Or our initiative was destroyed?
We ate what was put on the table
And I think life was better enjoyed.

Author Unknown…

If you can remember those days…
Continue to enjoy your Retirement
& GOOD BLESS YOU.

Oh Say Can’t You See

Eternal the Fight

Necessary

Why do you feel it
necessary
or feel justified

When you advocate
that killing police
should even be tried?

Randomly select
an innocent man
and shoot him’s not “bad”

Go take another’s life
to retaliate
just because you’re mad?

What of these 5 men?
Guilty of nothing
to murder about

Keeping people safe
while protesting them
when the shots rang out

Not even thinking
killing them was wrong
tells a whole lot

Like morality
common courtesy
and right or wrong’s forgot

Calculating ones
who go run their mouths
I feel are to blame

They’re just pretending
they aren’t prejudice
what a crying shame

When all the power
to end this madness
lays right in their hands

They would much rather
lay the guilt on whites
for none understands

Since slavery days
the plight of the blacks
hasn’t changed at all

And black lives matter
so shoot up the streets
and watch the cops fall

That makes us even
for offenses committed
two hundred years ago

But we weren’t alive
to own any slaves
or injustice show

Consider that without
rose-colored glass
come on now get real

I will stand behind
the ones dressed in blue
’cause that’s how I feel!

Teresa Marie  7/18/16

You

I Thought of You Today

Heart of Grief