Red Rain Boots
�by
Kimberly Potter Kendrick
He desired rain boots,
specifically Red Rain Boots
She being she
and him being him
She knows wants are not needs
He knows what he wants
He knows her
She knows him
Together they scheme
Stores around the town
Stores online
Zealously searching
Suddenly she spots them,
Red Rain Boots
Her fingers quickly work
Available sizes
There it was in black and white
A boys size 10
Red Rain Boots� boys size 10
The wait begins
The wait for the Red Rain Boots
The wait for him
Far away in miles, in hours
Close in hearts
He knows she loves him
She knows he loves her
She knows he'll love his new Red Rain Boots
The day arrives
He comes to visit her
She holds the box
Eyes widen
Uncontrollable jumping
Bursting with excitement
She shows him how
He puts on his new Red Rain Boots
She knew he wanted Red Rain Boots,
but she was not aware of his intense desire
Red Rain Boots worn to the beach
Red Rain Boots worn to the library
Red Rain Boots worn to the grocery store
Red Rain Boots worn to the doctor
Red Rain Boots worn to bed
His joy is her joy
He loves his Red Rain Boots
She smiles because she love him
My Son and I
My
son and I, we live each other's lives.
She
said, "That's good. You can relate."
That's
not the words that came to this mother's mind.
My
son and I, we live each other's lives.
We
know the torment of the mind.
The
battle of will.
The
ups, the downs.
The
agitation, the elation.
My
son and I, we live each other's lives.
We
see each other's souls although there's 30 years between
The
terrifying emotions that pull us together and rip us apart.
My
son and I, we live each other's lives.
It
makes a mother cry to not be able to stop the cycle.
To
stand helpless at times,
As
destruction tears through her son's eyes.
My
son and I, we live each other's lives.
He too
experiences the helplessness,
He
hears his mother's cries.
The
kind for which there is no comfort.
My
son and I, we live each other's lives.
Family
strong,
Blood
runs deep,
We
express ourselves differently, yet we are the same.
It
cannot, will not change.
My
son and I, we live each other's lives.
The Invisible Girl
There is no
rhyme or reason
For the ups and
downs
For the swirling
thoughts in my head
Racing so fast
Obsessing by day
Waking at night
Happy, sad,
elated, depressed
Anxiety, agitation,
anger
I hate them all
so
Each separately
and together
Making me want
to crawl into a hole
I gasp for
breath
My chest feels
tight
No one notices
I tell no one
Secrets I keep
And so in time
I became the
invisible girl
I�m just another
human
Existing on
earth
I struggle to
survive
Wondering who I
am
My identity has
disappeared
I once was a
worker
Deep depression
Stole that away
A mother I am
My babies are
grown
Each having a
life of their own
A wife I have
been
That too has
gone
The pieces of me
have crumbled away
I�m no longer
needed
I wonder each
day
Where this
person I was?
Where did she
go?
What remains is
the invisible girl?
I ponder at
times
Who I am?
What do I like?
Where do I fit
in?
Introverted,
isolated, alienated
There does not seem
to be a place for me
Where is my
trust?
Where is my
faith?
How do I become
what they call friends?
Finding my place
in the universe
For these
quickly passing moments in time
The invisible
girl
Alone she must
be
My dark,
secretive, little world
Makes it hard
for people to see
I am somebody
I am me
Invisible I feel
Invisible I see
The fog is so
dense
The thunder
claps loudly
I cannot see
I cannot hear
But neither can
they
So
I remain a no one
The invisible
girl
Lives in me
Kimberly Potter Kendrick graduated from Virginia
Tech with Bachelor of Science degree and attended graduate school at Virginia
Commonwealth University. She recently relocated to Brandon, Florida with
her teenage son. �My children and grandsons are my heart�. She is excited about
life in the Tampa Bay area and continuing to express her creativity through
writing and painting. She has been previously published in The Literary Yard.
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