If only I could’ve held him
Seen his lovely little face
But fate intervened
And he was lost
without a trace
I wonder what could’ve been
Our lives will never be the same
Some things we miss forever
And Jonathan Michael
was his name
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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Writing prompt: Jonathan Michael was his name
I miss my America,
the land of the free
and the home of the brave.
Every day I see sadness,
war beaten faces
from battlefields,
found in my own backyard.
We used to be one nation
united under God.
We were indivisible with liberty
and practiced justice for all.
But how many people
even remember
our nation’s promised pledge.
The allegiance we swore
to the flag of our forefathers,
is a promise we failed to keep.
The roots of our republic
have somehow been forgotten
and the turmoil caused
from present day happenings
has torn the unity
straight from our hearts.
It’s a dishonor to our nation,
but even more so
a disgrace to our God.
Freedom of speech
never gave us the right to ruin
what our brave forefathers
fought to defend.
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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Your words
They sit
In a lonely tin
Sad to think
I’ll never
See you again
But life
Moves on
You went away
I’m still
Sometimes sad
You didn’t stay
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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Under his spell
She fell
She drank
An affair of the heart
In ruin
She sank
Torpedoes dispersed
She tried
To veer
But in the end
The outcome
Was clear
© 2019 Michelle Cook
We can love with all we’ve got
And we can give our hearts away
But that doesn’t necessarily mean
That the ones we love will stay
And sometimes there are people
Who just can’t love you back
No matter what we say or do
There’s something that they lack
And maybe it’s because
Some people just can’t see
The importance of a person
Who’d give everything like me
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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