This poem is rated T for thematic elements.

Hi-hi, there. Just popping in with another upload (everyone: "Two in the same year? Jeez, AC, you're on a roll!").

I wrote this poem, like, three years ago for a poetry class. It's been setting in my Documents folder ever since (save for a brief stint on deviantART), lonely for someone to read it. I've changed a few things here and there, but otherwise it remains intact.

And now, without further ado...

LULLABY OF JAMES

I received a letter yesterday
From her, asking me to come today
To this town that I left so long ago.

So I drove deep into Michigan,
And now I stand upon this road again
To find she whom I lost so long ago.

Quiet, and cold. Fog sifts through the trees
Like vigilant ghosts, like memories
Of a love that I had so long ago.

Mary…is she really here? Could she
Truly be here? Could I really see
My Mary whom I lost so long ago?

I remember too well to forget
Her dulled eyes, her dour skin slick with sweat:
Death veiled over her face so long ago.

By Mary's side I hoped and waited.
And then—! From my mind, it faded,
What happened that night so long ago.

A crow caws his chalkscratch lullaby.
I reread the words written by my
Love, my wife, who died so long ago.

Wind blows snow through the fog; the crow flies;
One ice-white flake stains "Mary," my wife,
My love, whom I killed so long ago.

end.

Not the greatest, but I like it, anyways.:)

Thanks for reading, and feel free to review and/or leave helpful criticism. (Well, I'm not sure how helpful it will be to me since I don't write poetry often, but you never know-it might help some budding poet who casually looks at this poem and the comments on it.) 'Til next time. * swoosh noises*