A long time ago
When he would go away
The trees would sway of happiness.
He made me feel worthless.
He'd go and come
From home.
Came back and I was gone,
I was tired of waiting and
Taking in the bad. Now I'm gone
And live happily ever after.
Gloria Vasquez
1 comment:
Gloria,
It sounds like "his" luck (or charm) ran out. How does your free verse relate to the theme(s) of your anthology? I like the choices you've included.
Mrs. Basham
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