Ingrid Turner

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Today my daughter's heart broke
And I wish I could say it was just some bloke
But the truth is
Our hearts were his.
...

If he had not lied
If he had only blamed himself
If he had not said
The things he said
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I’m not dead
Because
There is
Poetry
...

4.

I don’t want to get up out of bed
I don’t, I don’t, I don’t

I can’t get up out of bed
...

5.

I’m tired of wanting
and getting
and realising
it’s nothing
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I was made a fool of today
I was a fool
I fooled around
And they took me for a fool
...

Inside of me is a hard
Metal ball
Pitted and perfectly round
Fitted tightly
...

I will live my life in mediocrity
Or maybe not
Perhaps I will
Give those dreams
...

Take my run with the dogs
for instance
Take my walk in the garden
Take my lazy Saturday lie in
...

What happens
When thoughts
So forbidden rise in your head
You pray
...

My anger works
Up through my chest and throat and head
And spreads through my chest and throat and head
And grasps my chest and my throat and head
...

Young faces shining
Intent on each other
Laughing
Whispering
...

You questioned
You argued
You blamed
You insulted
...

I stand in the shower
And feel such utter despair
That I want to sink to the tiles
And never get up
...

She brought me soup
My friend who cared
She held and stroked my hand
She stayed with me
...

16.

He is gentle and kind
And thoughtful
And loving and quick
And clever
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The Best Poem Of Ingrid Turner

Broken Heart

Today my daughter's heart broke
And I wish I could say it was just some bloke
But the truth is
Our hearts were his.

She slept with me tonight
My beautiful daughter
And sobbed
Helpless, I held her and asked
What I could do
And she said
Make him love me again
And the knowledge that I could not
Was a thick, heavy, sick ache

He said he would love her forever
She took time convincing
And then he went away
And loved another
And it was done

And there was nothing
We could do

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