No Summer Rose Poem by Patricia Kelley

I saw her in an instant move into a room.
I could feel the instant gloom.
As she quickly eyed all the things in the room.
One by one they were broken or torn when I left the room.
And she snuck back into the room.
She took the most valuables that life offers that one collects to display in a room.
She took our wedding pictures and took my porcelain angels that decorated my room.
Then she went into the kitchen and took from that room.
And then she tried to cut up and mutilate the wooden floors in my room going from room to room.
And then she wasn't done yet. She entered my bedroom and took my clothes from my room.
With a wire hanger she poked holes in my clothes. She was no long awaited for Summer Rose!
She left a burnt stench in my nose!