Slave To Rhyme

Poetry by Lora Frikken

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Saturday, April 16, 2005

I Suppose...

I suppose you did the best that you could,
Though I was much too young to understand;
I suppose you thought I would come to know
That you needed me to become someone grand.

There are memories of your complete dedication,
Always teaching me to be strong and intelligent;
But, somehow, something was usually missing
When it came to affection or a compliment.

There were treasure hunt lunches at the lake;
Embroidery lessons which I truly adored;
Piano lessons, at which I failed miserably;
But hearing you play I will recall forevermore.

Your humor was subtle and surprising;
You taught me games, and songs, and to read;
You planted many beautiful gardens;
But I was still your one unproductive seed.

You could draw as beautifully as any artist,
So I wondered what had happened to your desires;
You stopped doing so many things that you loved;
What made you feel the need to quench so many fires?

When you were younger you loved horses and sports;
You rode in the Rose Parade and you were elected
To be the captain of your high school’s softball team,
Trading it all to marry well and become protected.

I have no more anger about what might have been;
No more hurt about a friendship you couldn’t see;
Though I am saddened by the life you chose to live,
You are alone, right where you always wanted to be.

I suppose I understand you in many ways,
As I take your good and lay the sad to rest;
I suppose you did the best that you could,
So I choose to take with me only your best.

Lora Frikken ~ 4-16-05

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