Orange N BlackA Poem by lee von cleefMy father never told me not to do much of anything I wanted to, Except, join the army, He didn't say no,He said "There is a lot of waste of life in war" That is what I felt , As his thoughts held my shoulders square, Tears,steam,and a room tight with emotion , The girls,my daughters too, A team of hearts in prayer, My fathers' essence ,close, I could smell,wool wet,a Pendleton shirt,oil from his sweat band, Vitalis dusty oil, Through me he was there. Orange N Black Just colors in a locker room. # 44, a Angel number, # 6, a Maverick number. "Jesso" 9-04-'88 to 5-08-'07 Lordsburgs' "Urlacher" Jessie his colors, Were the steam,were the loss,were the thoughts,oh Jessie..... Orange N Black Through me he was there. How do you feel so alone with so much love in a room?, oh Jessie..... These girls his age,one lost a mother. Jaiden lost a dad. Do they feel alone ? Hands clasp in prayer, Their, my, tears, tar, on the tiles,of the Orange N Black clad locker room. Oh Jessie..... © 2012 lee von cleefAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on October 31, 2012 Last Updated on November 7, 2012 Authorlee von cleefARAboutGood morning,Thank you for stopping by. I like to write,I like to layer a story into a poem,I want to crack through to the reader,add emotion to life, theirs and mine. more..Writing
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