Poems from Rachel Louis
They say there are two sides to every story.
Not every story has a point.
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
I will save you...
I’d like to tell you about –
But I can’t.
I shouldn’t go around telling people –
It probably wouldn’t interest you anyway.
I should...
Mother fails. Denies. Cries.
Unused to failure, she is forced to admit
He won’t apologize.
It took me awhile to finalize
The difference...
When the sick man began to submit,
Those around him began to realize,
But Mother said to be compassionate.
It started with an argument....
She sat cross-legged on the ground, a little girl at her father’s feet.
He had to leave. So she walked him to the door
And locked it behind...