As Kenny Roger Song Played On The Radio

As Kenny Roger Song Played On The Radio

A Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa

As Kenny Roger's song played on the radio, good old Lucille

She thought about what her dying husband use to say

 

Kenny sang it so well, now in her life as the story becomes true

Everyone knows she left him a long time ago, headed to the bars

Neon lights called her out, and that's where she strayed

No one knows the hell he put her through before she left him

You know she was a damn good wife, and a mother, too

 

Recalling these things in her mind as she listens to Lucille

On his deathbed now she sits beside him in a queer silence

God only knows if he lives he most likely will be in a wheelchair

Every one know she left him a long time ago, headed to the bars

Remember the words he once said, he'd rather be dead

"So don't take your love to town," you know she already did

 

She looks at him now with a tube down his throat, and a tear

Only once before has she ever seen him cry, as she filed for a divorce

No one knows the hell he put her through before she left him

Got to pull herself together, as she feels as though she's falling apart

 

Playing on the radio is Lucille, isn't that ironic? she ponders

Leaving him was one thing, but neglecting the kids was another

A damn good wife and a mother she was... until she left him

Yeah, she ran from barrooms to bedrooms to get back at him

Everything is strangely quiet as she hears a thump, thump

Don't you know he has something to say, but for once he can't

 

Okay, do you want a pencil & paper, or for me to leave?

Nods his head yes, then no... but he can't even write a word

 

Then she looks at him with tears welling up in her eyes

He wonders why did she leave him as Kenny Roger's song plays

Expressions on his face, she could always read him so well

 

Reaching out & softly touching his hand, he understands

A long night ahead as the heart machine keeps beeping

Don't you know he has something to say, but for once he can't

I don't remember the moment he died or if I was even there

Oh, but God how I felt like I pulled the plug on his life

 

 

© 2010 Deborah Leah Krempa


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Every time I read one of your poems I think to myself, "DAMN, GIRL"
for they are truly emotional and raw! I'm just glad you hold the power
to write it all out! Stunning...

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Deborah Leah Krempa
Deborah Leah Krempa

Toledo, OH



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I am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..

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