Lacey Ann A Bromfield
I was his favourite
No one could abuse a delicate flower like me
He was the one to serve as a witness to my birth
Then chad along a journey to the registration office
He was my guardian
He was my help
He was the one that told me about Celt
And so I grew as his admirer
I became his defense minister
When mother and siblings wanted him dead
I loved him instead
I felt his pain
I prayed for him in the rain
I was thankful
Because he gave no less than a handful
He was the best caregiver
For me he would have donated his liver
“But suddenly he changed”
Just before he got engaged
His angry spirit pushed everyone away
If he didn’t have a woman people would say he was gay
Still I planned to repay him
But not just by buying a bottle of Gin
I loved him to death
Often times about his health I fret
Sometimes he appeared as an invincible lion
I had to stand face to face with him like a stallion
On a calm Thursday night, he expressed a peculiar hostility towards me
That’s when I had to flee
It was then over
Even though we came from the same mother.
© Copyright 2016 Lacey Ann Bromfield. All rights reserved.
Poem / Poetry
Poem / Humor
Poem / Non-Fiction
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