Linda D. Bohannon
Nominee for Poet of the Year 2000 & 2001
Bakersfield, CA 93307
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Respect to Late
When your feelings get hurt, you harbor for years.
Yet when you’ve gone out of your way to hurt mine,
You think I’m supposed to forgive.
Like everything will go back to “Normal”
Well I’m tired of your “Normal” values.
Treating me with no respect!
Treating me like I have no right to feel,
No right to be upset!
Just because I tell the truth of how it is out loud
You don’t want to hear or believe --it’s been that way all along!
What is really any different?
Except that I’m telling you what’s wrong.
Can’t these words get into your heart to make this love more strong?
Can’t you realize what needs to be changed?
Don’t you want to make an effort so that we can go on?
Or will your pride continually grow
Until it’s too late and you finally come to realize ---
That I would really go.
You’ll sit and wonder what went wrong.
But the signs were always there
You just didn’t want to change a thing.
But by then it will just be too late
Cause I’ll have already gone.
Copyright: Linda D. Bohannon
May 4, 2001
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MOTHERS LOVE"
I’d rather be on this end
The one who picks up the pieces when
Someone you trust didn’t care to spend
The special time they had been given
Still…I’d rather be on this end…
One who has to do all that I can
To mend your heart that gets broken
Each time promises are shattered again.
Doesn’t he see how much he’s losing?
Why can’t he see how much you’re hurting?
You’re the one who looked up to him first in the World.
You’re precious life started because he once loved this girl.
Still…I’d rather be on this end…
The side that cherishes you as a friend
I’ll never abandon you my son,
And your heart will grow strong…
I’d rather be on this end…
My love will always transcend….
This you can always depend.
A Mothers love never ends…
Copyrighted: Linda D. Bohannon
April 11, 2001 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"My Son"
How my heart cries to see you sit alone
Once again, your dad calls on the telephone.
He told you again why he had to cancel,
He can’t see you this weekend,
He has too much to handle.
It didn’t make sense but what can you do.
You tell him it’s ok you were busy too.
So another week goes by, Time goes by so slow.
You page your dad again just to say a quick hello.
Sometimes he calls back, most times he don’t.
You sit and wonder why he doesn’t answer the phone.
You know that he cares, you just can’t understand why--
He doesn’t come to see you or give you more of his time
There’s so much you want to show him, and how much taller you’ve grown.
You want to tell him all your secrets, and give him a hug of your own.
But instead time goes by slowly slipping away.
You remind him you love him as you continue each day.
Yet I sit and wonder will he take notice before it’s to late?
But for now time doesn’t matter, to your tiny heart you’ll stay true,
Fore in your dreams you have forever waiting for you.
copywrite: Linda D. Bohannon
April 2001 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
