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Coming Out Party
by jeanne rene watson
Sunday, February 20, 2005
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There is no fear or hate in heaven . . . but sadly it remains here on earth....


coming out party

we sat across from each other
he cried

memories bulging from the framework of our walls
little boy with little tear
see it fall down to here

~i'd trace my finger softly down your rosy cheek

little boy with little tear
don't you know that mommy's near

~i'd sing to you
because that's what mothers do

we sat across from each other
he cries
~and i had been waiting for this day
waiting to give you all my courage

he asked
do you think if grandpa sees me
that he hates me

he swallows pain
trying to sooth his self inflicted wounds
i don't want grandpa to hate me

i rose
and let my tears fall over his
~where grandpa is there is only love
he loves you now more than he did before

my son smiled
framed by lips of uncertainty

and the only image
running through my mind

at the gravesite
we turned to leave
he keeps a private moment
and stands alone
to salute his grandfather

i love you grandpa

i cry
his life
it has come to this
to speak the truth
to be what he did not ask

wait to be hated
he believes
even by those in heaven

(c) 4.04

i believe that God will true ly be happy not when we reach perfection, but when we love prefectly.......... jrw 

jeanne rene 5/04


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Reviewed by F William Broome 1/4/2007
From a long time grandfzther, I assure you that this one evokes silent tears for your readers. Beautifully conceived and written.
Your work could be habit forming.

- Bill Broome
Reviewed by dj okieff 9/23/2006
beautifully written......the fear of the son, and the tenderness of the mother...lovely
Reviewed by Amy Avatar 6/23/2006
Such a great write. I was there
in this poem, experiencing so
many emotions...
It made me think.
Amy Ramdass
Reviewed by Suzie Palmer 10/27/2005
Yes, yes Jeanne ... we are already inherently perfect, and need to find our way back to that ... loving perfectly reminds us of our true selves ... and we share pure love in the process!!
Love & Blessings
Suzie xoxoxoxo :-)
Reviewed by Handsum Hart 2/20/2005
A gripping write.
Mankind has a long way to go in the loving department.

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 2/20/2005
excellent write, jeanne; thanks for sharing! well done!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :(
Reviewed by Laura Toops (Reader) 2/20/2005
everyone deserves to be happy and to simply BE. Love him, and know grandpa loves him, too.
Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader) 2/20/2005
The only thing about this is there is no hate in heaven. But this is a poem of a soul that has seen much torment.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) 2/20/2005
What a sad, strange poem. There is the son who believes that even in heaven he will be hated. That is almost too grotesque to deal with. The poem was tender but with the backlast of hate hovering it was really difficult to "get into" the true . . . Oh, I am rambling here . . . Sorry. Loved the way you constructed this almost surreal poem it is just that the lingering hate supercedes any tenderness.
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