I had just accidentally smashed
my boyfriend Howard in the forehead
with a horseshoe. The blood surged
through his eight year old fingers,
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Cheryl, That is a beautiful sentiment - - - I hope you got him help! ... By the way, no more horse shoes for you, right? (Isn't an 8 year old a little young for you?) B.V.A.
Cheryl, i too have been through this on first hand and i truly agree. Love is inexplainable, but its there, and it can cause us to do all sorts of crazy stuff to each other. Definitely a great poem. Thanks!
Your poem has proven once more that when children love, it's one hundred percent unconditional. And for that kind of love to survive is a miracle. One is fortunate even just to have a glimpse of that kind of love happening to others. Excellent work. I like your poem.
I remember my first kiss-and his instructions to 'don't tell anyone! ' How funny that one of us had a beautiful summer day, and the other had blood flowing, and yet the conclusion is the same, that is the fear of telling would end the whole lovely relationship! ! I loved this poem. Well crafted, with a killer ending!
Thought provoking indeed what insight others hold while they bleed Good Write
I understand this one. True Love. Still. GW62