Dedication

To my Aunt Laverne is

 always there when I need

 her and to my husband who

 loves me no matter what, 

I gratefully dedicate my  first book

THE HEAVY SIDE  

Hypocrisy’s Child

The Place Where Evils Well

My Room

THE LORD’S CORNER

Just a Little Bit Too

Look

MEDIUM WEIGHT

Satiny Pillows on an Azure Sea

Of Black Balloon and Bright Red Kite

MY HUSBAND’S CORNER

He Is

In Condolence To My Husband

THE LIGHTER SIDE

Twitter, Flitter, Jump and Run

Midnight Storm

Comes a Man

POETIC STYLES CORNER

Diamente

Haiku

Cinquain

Triolet    

IN CONCLUSION 

A Christmas Riddle

Gestation

HEAVY SIDE

HYPOCRISY’S  CHILD

She sat.

Quietly,

Secure in the midst of her mother’s perfume.

“I’m scared Daddy,”

“You’re a Davis, not a coward.

Only cowards are afraid.”

He turned away.  

Her mother’s smile belied deeper feelings.

As the nurse took her child.

And laid her on her face.

“This won’t hurt”

She lied,

And the child didn’t tell her.

She locked the child in a cage,

The ceiling raced by.

As the child scream hysterically

“Don’t let them hurt her!

Please, don’t let them hurt my mother!”

Two men in green took her cage.

She named them’ Puppy Eyes’ and ‘The Other’.

‘Puppy Eyes’ unlocked her cage,

Carried her away,

Laid her on a big black table.

‘The Other’ took her arm.

“This won’t hurt,”

He lied.

And she didn’t tell him.

Over and over,

Again and again.

He hurt her.

She couldn’t cry-she was a Davis.

He grabbed her other arm.

And started again,

Over and over, 

Again and again.

He hurt her.

The lump in her throat,

Stuck, 

Like a white hot coal.

“Enough!”

Said ‘Puppy Eyes,’

“Hand me the mask,”

The hissing snake came at her,

she tried to move,

The Other’ held her down.