Patricia Kelley Poems

Summer’s bright beautiful hues

Softly floating pillowing cotton white clouds
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It’s hard to forgive when you’re angry.
When you start thinking about how people have done you wrong.
You just sit back and feed that anger feeding it until it becomes hungry.
You feed your anger by becoming bitter.
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I know the kid is home for summer.
I don’t want to load her down, so much where life becomes a bummer.
I just need to relax.
And forget about the chores that fall through the cracks.
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You acted like the caring daughter.
You said they were your mother and father.
You took them in your home.
Not letting them come to the phone.
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I know a vicious woman she’s my big sister.
She always gets words tied up with her tongue twister.
She pretends to be a good listener.
But, you’ll soon find out she’s not a welcomed visitor.
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Momma, I’m so sorry you felt so much pain.
I don’t want to point the blame.
I just feel so a shame.
That you had to end your last days like this, I would’ve died for you.
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You look at me like I’m someone you don’t know.
What is it that’s dividing us a part.
Can you feel it?
I can tell it.
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We like a little bit of Salt and Pepper in our house.
They’re our two cats that like to chase balls like they’re a mouse.
We have a special heart for our two cats.
They like to get in empty boxes and play Peek a Boo like a cat in a hat.
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She was only four,
When she came walking through my door.
She was the cutest sweetest little girl.
She came from a broken world.
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Every child has a story yet to be told.
Will she have a secret story that quietly unfolds?
Will her words be scornfully told?
Some girls silently lose their voice.
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