Barbara Elaine
Lips that taste of candy cane.
So young to spun the bottle game
Summer hay rides with my flame.
On through school our love stayed the same.
Playing in the hay, moon lite window pane
A kiss in the dark was the aim.
Us sixteen and far from being tame
Our love was still strong; your images etch in my brain.
School now over to love and fame.
A ring for your finger; the telephone rang.
Your mother crying, my heart went still to hear your name.
She lies there so still; pneumonia was to blame.
Her eyes closed; her lips still taste of candy cane.
Two heart the same
Death did claim
Barbara Elaine
poem by Ronald Brissette
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Cold winter night
It was a cold winter night.
All was deadly still.
My guts so tight
I must kill!
The cry of a wolf enters my head
Like a train whistle that echoes far away.
Can it be…something lives on this winter night?
Follow the sound and pray
It does not go away.
My hunger juices flowing; I go.
I and the wolf both now know
Neither is alone in the land of snow.
Oh, how I wish I had his sight
On this cold winter night
The north wind moved in the night before.
The ground all snow and bitter cold…so bitter cold.
The sky filled with stars.
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