A HELPING HANDA Poem by Betty Hermeleeand so it goes....The hostess embraces me until I impede my weep Subsequently, we gaze at each other Silence She swabs my cheeks with a hanky Still unaware of my issues And leads me to a room which is her private office.
She graciously pours me a cup of tea We sit opposite I profusely apologize for my behavior She reveals an understanding appearance Silence She listens keenly I shall not repeat my manners on the ship, unnecessary I inform her about my injured soldier In addition, he is unaware that I am with child I clarify that I am uneasy about our impending meeting And how he may respond Our absence has been quite long And I fear for his condition I have virtually no emotional support The doctor who confirmed my pregnancy Wishes to see me monthly A tear or two still falls upon my cheek
When I end my harangue, she has a faint smile On her face I catch myself with a grin and sense that she understands My troubles She invites me to stay as long as necessary At a reduced rate For the first time in months, I am less ruffled Less winded, and do indeed have a helping hand I thank her for her empathy and kindness And proceed upstairs to my room At once, my mind coasts back and forth Regarding the visit to my soldier And revealing my condition This must happen soon
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Added on June 5, 2024Last Updated on June 5, 2024 AuthorBetty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..Writing
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