nessadawn25

he's gone, he's left
six years, two kids and few pets
we danced, we sang, we twostepped
traveled from east to west, north to south
i beaded, i sewed, i cooked, i know
the work, the strain, the happiness....the pain
for what i ask? for who i ask? why i ask?
the answer is always the same- i dunno?
this was a stupid game
in his mind, i hope he knows,
now in my heart, love for him does not grow
so good luck to him-
good luck getting ready for next powwow season
good luck finding someone to sew
good luck finding someone who knows: tricut? satin? brocade?
good luck finding someone to sing with
good luck finding someone to braid
good luck finding someone who knows the powwow trade
come this sping you will see: me
new dress
new beadwork
beautiful tiny tot kids
with shinny new outfits
singing again
dancing again
playing again
so he's gone, who cares? don't you see i win!

k9soldier

life isn't about how well one handles "plan A".... but how well one handles the plans "B,C, etc."...... Good luck to you.....

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nessadawn25

thanks very much and happy holidays all will be well im sure of it

Creewoman05

That is really good, I like it! I hope it all works out for you. That poem kind of reads like my life a few years back.