My dad NEVER cared. No matter what I did, I was never enough. He only cared about his drink and his drugs. So after he broke my mom's ribs, and gave me a concussion, we left. We never looked back. After the divorce was final, he got the rights to have weekend visits with me. But about a year ago, he tried to stab me in the stomach, I packed my things, called the police, and left. He never came to look for me, but it was 11:00 in the morning, and he was already drunk and high. I got a PFA against him. He wanted his rights taken, my step-dad is adopting me, it will be final on my birthday (December 2)! Long story short, My dad killed himself and an 18 year-old, on November 2, 2024. Exactly 1 month before my 15th birthday. I'm turning 16 this year, and I'm glad that I don't have to live with his burdens and hate anymore.
I just lost my husband of 65 years on September 25,2025. He was my lover, my friend and my lifelong partner. We shared a lifetime together but saying good bye that last moment was a special gift from God. From our first meeting and kiss to our final one, we were destined to be together. To review a lifetime of memories or a tender sweet moment, is a gift to cherish forever.
I long to be there with you my love but until then please remember us, as I forever will.
I'm surprised that I don't see anyone mentioning that this poem is satirical; the narrator's choice of road was arbitrary. He says that one road is "just as fair" as the other, that traffic "Had worn them really about the same", and that they "equally lay / In leaves no step had trodden black". Despite the two roads being equivalent and his choice being arbitrary, the narrator decides to embellish the story later on in life by making it seem like a wise and considered decision. Ironically, people have been quoting this poem to assign profundity to their decisions ever since.
This poem was shared to me by a friend who also lost her daughter.
I lost my daughter 13 days ago and my heart and soul are just crushed.
This is beautiful yet heartbreaking
God Bless us all
The title for me would be she cheated again, but I'd be lying if this doesn't just sum the situation up. 14 years of marriage, two children raised. First time after I had a CVT stroke, and I'll admit it was iffy if I'd recover... I ended up moving away and later she begged me back. second time years later, a month after our youngest moved out... I get a 'We need to talk. I feel guilty. I've been seeing so and so. I want a divorce." I just looked at her and said "Okay." A day later, I had the pleasure of looking at my replacement smirking smugly at me as I carried out my last box and said, "I begged the last guy to stay away, and made a fool of myself... but this time, you can have her. No refunds, no returns." Best advice I ever got afterward, was to get a dog. They're loyal, and their love is unconditional.
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I thought my dad had a photographic memory when he quoted a five minute poem. I told him that he did have that gift, he didn't know what a photographic memory was. Dad told me I've been working two months on that poem, but once I've got it, I've got it.
His favorite poet was Edgar A Guest.
Took Dad had at his word that if you worked at memorization, "when you got it, you got it."
I began to memorize poems.
My favorite two poems?
Sermons Seen & Equipment.
Both Edgar A Guest of course.
Yep - a good message for us all. I look forward to reading more of your poetry. Best wishes, Ann.
This is so beautiful, you're poetic style is so emotive. I know this is very old, but please keep writing
I know that this is from 7 years ago, and you're much older now, but I deeply relate to you. I'm a 15 year old girl and constantly feel lonely. I don't have anyone I actually relate to in real life, someone I can open up to and connect with. Some I can fall in love with and connect with. I always bottle all my emotions, blink away tears and hide my disappointment. My whole life feels like an act of letting go. I wish that when I'm older things will change, and I won't always feel like this anymore. I hope I'll have someone I can hold onto, for once.
A wonderful truly well known poem. Oh to be able to write poetry like that...
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