my poetry - kelsey loch

grey from the beginning

i truly believe i was meant to write poetry,
my parents love story was the definition of foreshadowing.
attending a wedding my mother was singing at, was an american boy who went grey too soon.
a long distance relationship with little technology,
resulted in many post office visits until late june.
love letters with photographs, notes attached to each one-
explaining the given thought or translating into words.
as late june arrived,
true love became obvious as the cost of a plane ticket didn't matter much longer.
new york seemed like home because he felt like home,
but she was never meant to live the american dream.
after debating where to begin a life together,
a debate on their quality of so-
he was intended for the orange card.
the start of a life together called for marriage,
a binomial death sentence.
small town living was built from the graveyard up,
the spring of 2000 was briefly corrupt.
one year later,
to their own surprise-
what was finished would end up to be their non-final enterprise.
with troubles and failings behind fertility,
hope began to fade-
alcohol needed a father figure.
only half a decade later,
poetry arises with the early fall.
poetry of a loving mother and a loving father with other priorities.
alcohols father figure would never result in abandonment,
but abandoned became his mind.
as the self-inflicted injury of drinking liquids,
melted what was left of so.
a child taking on care of a child,
a mother with little to no worry left resulted in a tear deduction-
the negative affects of sobbing constantly,
with loneliness and gas prices through the same roof that they once built together.
his roof became the hospital,
room 213 as remembered from visiting hours.
physical and mental thearpy wouldn't result on solely him,
but the rest of his family.
countless mental and physical illnesses,
all rooted in the name of marriage.
little did they know,
their memories would become written poetry someday.
words of their ragged love story-
written by their human form of so.