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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

This story has been told. I wrote this poem right after I was forced at gunpoint to leave with my two other daughters because my ex and his girlfriend would not stop their affair. I never got over that act of betrayal, obviously. So I leave this here in case she one day finds it and knows the truth.



By Alexander Guinevere Kern


C - 1995


~For Ayla, For K and your Father Had Their Affair When You Were Born, And Took You From Me, Oh, My Child,

And I and your sisters never recovered from the loss of you. Nor would anyone, ever.



We are all just sleepy waders in the dark,


Feeling our destiny through the fog of senses.


The stranger passing to our left,


Is really us -- in truth, our past.


Tears garland cheeks, another self


Yesteryear drags home to rest beside. I walk


Amid pine and fragrant cedar, birds shrill.


Magnolias, steeped in heady, moonlit perfume


Surface in my vision, waxy leaves


Unblemished, fathomless green, the cameo skin


Of their petals, cold, cold, cold --


As your presence is now. The trail is cold.


Arbored in memory your face is warm always


The scent of your breath . . .


The nostalgic aroma of magnolia blossoms rises


Rises . . .


Ascends forest towers, seizing the sky


As lost feet stumble through colors and shades


Colorless tears fall, blind


Fall, blind.


My beautiful, adorable, much loved Baby Girl.

Submitted: March 25, 2021

© Copyright 2021 RexMundi555'.-. All rights reserved.

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