JessamineA Poem by Alice PatinkinFound in the diaries of Leslie Anne Strong 1905 - 1979Once there was a girl and she was lovely Her name was Jessamine, gorgeous thing It was 1923 She knew what she meant to me But by 1927 She had gone up to heaven
Well, I met her at Saccharine Branch Women’s
College We shared a rented room, in a house in town She said it was love at first sight Love, so strange and new to me But it was ecstasy Every moment spent with her
Four years, and there we stayed And we laughed, worked, and played But one day, something went wrong They found out
It was our last year. We had just graduated One girl in our house saw us out on the lawn Saw me kiss her sweet lips And at the break of dawn The next morning We were asked to leave
So we left
And went to stay with some boyfriends
But what happened then Is still hard for me to say Only, the boys had too much liquor And wanted us to play But their minds grew even sicker When we answered to them, “nay”
They took away my Jessamine And had their way with her
I woke up in a hospital bed Bruised, and sore, and bleeding red
But when I asked “Where is my Jessamine?” No one would say
I wrote to her parents in Idaho But they gave me no reply
I felt so lonely and worried and broken I was sure that I would die
The only thing that got me through, was to write
and work and stay Preoccupied with other things I became quite successful, for my day
But there was always an empty place on my bed Where Jessamine used to lay
It was only much later in my life that I found
out what truly happened From a youth of twenty years old
She was made pregnant that fateful night, and
knew it from the start. She telephoned the hospital, telephoned her mother, and was
whisked away from me My Jessamine was made to marry the man who put
her in disgrace Nine months later, my Jessamine was dead A baby boy in her place The baby’s name was "Leslie" - the last word
uttered on her sweet lips So said the boy himself And when I began to cry He pulled me close, as if he were my own son “Mother loved you” was what he told me “My father
told me this himself” “He confessed to me all that he had done, in a
letter just last year” “When I sought him out to confront him, he was an
hour dead in his chair” “He took a pistol through the head for his
guilt” “But understand, he was not an evil man, but a
kind man haunted by evilness” “He told me to search for you, and to take care
of you, as if you were my own mother” “And to let you have your chance, to say a proper
farewell to her”
So there I was Twenty years later And six feet below me The remains of my Jessamine
But by my side With a tear in his eye Was a boy with all his mothers’ kindness © 2013 Alice PatinkinAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAlice PatinkinVirginiaAboutHello! My name is Alice. I'm a Theatre major, English major and hopeless romantic living in the beautiful mountains of Virginia. Ienjoy writing poetry and short stories whenever I'm graced with the fr.. more..Writing
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