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Fractures of Life: Little Girl Lost (part one)
by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse
Sunday, November 15, 2009
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From The Silent Memoirist…
Many are the eyes searching in a world of darkness
Everyone knows their moments stolen from loves heart…
giving sorrows brutal well of tears...

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In Loving Memories:
Lloyd Earl McColley 1938-1968
 
Part One….Fractures of Life:
 
Little Girl Lost
 
Men with golden medals of firearms brigade;
Gun salutes over his destined unexpected grave…
Is he really inside the decreed wooden casket box?
6 feet into the earth, he is lowered;
 everyone dresses for Sunday… black is best;
…with white shirts tailored & wool dresses pressed,
unfolding metal chairs they find a place to sit.
The soldiers stand in perfect stillness;
Little girl stands lost; or is she alone?
 …wearing her pretty shiny new shoes.
They gave her mother memorandums;
…an American flag remembering honors best.
No one is smiling today…the rifles fire into the open sky;
this memory begins to fade…
 
Where do childhoods go?
 
When she was five he sang to her
…his last and closing song.
He was a talented musician
with his Gibson guitar he’d strum…
Smoking his unfiltered Pall Malls…
Everyone loved his beautiful serenading songs…
Lung cancer took his final begotten breath.
Who lives on when the protection of love dies?
Are we all lost souls?
Little girl lost remembers his voice, as she now sees tears
constantly falling from her mother’s hurting eyes…
 
Death withers her mother; slowly dying in mortuary’s grief.
Passion no longer lives inside her mother’s lonely beckoning heart.
Little girl lost is hungry, and cold;
 watching her mother fall apart…
departing…departing…departing…
…reaching to understand uncertainty…
The arms of alcohol, and drugs slip in
like a slow moving hearse;
Consumed…
…her mother’s life slowly slips
… further, and further away…
Domestic violence brutally disfigures her
broken frail bones; but somewhere
little girl lost hoped her mother would live…
…praying to God’s Holy spirit Jesus
…and she did…
…is this really living? What do little girls know?
…her soul buried inside her husband’s grave…
Aren’t children supposed to laugh and play?
 
Further time speaks in violence
 as she reads her bible verse;
the presence of death approaches closer,
 and closer it knocks…knocks...knocks…
Takes her mother’s last and final breath;
…is the bathroom floor cold?
Why is her hair in her face?
One gunshot to her breast
her mother’s blood spills on the floor…
She lost her will to live…without him…
…and her mother’s tears fall no more…
 
 
 
(Written: November 15th, 2009 8:09 a/m)
 

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In Loving Memories
Karen F. McColley 1943-1973
 
 
In Joy, In Peace, In Grace, In Harmony of Love
Copyright© 2009 Poetess Victoria L. McColley
 
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Reviewed by Sheila Roy 11/18/2009
You made me cry, Vickie.

Not only is this one of your best writes (that I've read), but it is also your most poignant. I'm sorry you lost your parents, and this way, too. You honor your past beautifully here. Hugs,
Sheila
Reviewed by Jon Willey 11/17/2009
there is a lump in my throat and an ache in my heart for your story of life Vickie -- this is a powerful piece written as only such moving pieces can, from the pen of grief and experience -- peace and love my dear friend -- Jon Michael
Reviewed by David cox 11/16/2009
what an amotional piece imy heart broke as i read those wordsand tears escaped from eyes, oh vickie my heart goes out to you, i wanted to hug the little girl and make her feel safe, reading this realy choked me up, i was there with yoou all the way.
i realy don't know what to say this was so touching and heart felt,
and i felt your loss so deeply.
may your life now be filled with so much love and may happiness fill every waking hour.
with heartfelt love.
dave.
Reviewed by Georg Mateos 11/16/2009
I didn't knew before why was, the feeling, the inkling, the je ne sais quoi that brought us together to share that literary path which are forbidden to many, and now you open one of the doors to show an intimate detail to be shared, to be felt.
The whys are thoughts that always will be there, unanswered.

Georg

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo 11/15/2009
Their love was very special as their souls were truly joined. You leave me speechless and in tears as I can feel your hurting heart and a mind still full of questions of which there are no answers. Your parents died, my parents walked away but a little girls heart hurts deeply....

Be always safe,
Karen
Reviewed by James Butler (Reader) 11/15/2009
It’s a tragedy and ironic that the most sincere form of love between two people can end-up hurting the surviving spouse so much. I’ve seen similar cases where a lifelong mate died leaving the other in a state of not caring to live anymore and indeed they died but what you have written here today is very distressing for me to hear.
Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader) 11/15/2009
Vicky-this is really some very powerful and personal writing. It takes a lot of courage to be candid about such things. Thank you for sharing this with the world. I believe that if one truly wants to be a great writer, one must be prepared to reveal things about him or herself that may be uncomfortable. However, it is generally this level of honesty and humility, which really connects with people who've also shared the same pain in their own lives. This is the mark of producing something of real value. Keep it up.
Reviewed by Felix Perry 11/15/2009
Grips the heart in a vise like hold and wrings tears from the eyes as you bring us into the lifes of these obviously so loved couple. The human mind and heart often give us the will to live or die, some just love too much and do not have the strength to go on...
fee
Reviewed by John Flanagan 11/15/2009
Vickie,
This haunts, provokes in the best fashion...highly evocative and moving, and written with great strength.

John
Reviewed by Regis Auffray 11/15/2009
Dear Vickie, you know how much I empathize with what you have shared here via your verses. (My mother chose to leave this world/life early and on her own terms.) Truly a compelling offering. Love, hugs, and best wishes,

Regis
Reviewed by D. Vegas 11/15/2009
Vickie, Sorry for your losses and you are right,"Who lives on when the protection of love dies?" Forgive me for reading you wrong!!
You look like your mother!
Always,
DeB
Reviewed by Gene Williamson 11/15/2009
Powerful writing, Victoria.
Love, gene.
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