Poetry by Pam

It took courage to begin to fall down, only delays the win I thank God for energy falling along the way was only a part of the price I had to pay the real cost I couldn't afford was to end this journey without the Lord Did I lose sometimes, yes but that didn't make me a loser because I gave it my best You may look at me and say "but you didnt win" To that I respond, we haven't yet made it to the end

If 20 sit ups paid for your sideways glance when I danced across the floor pretending to ignore toes that were sore in shoes that lit up fresh sparkling diamonds dripping like the dew from wildflowers If 20 sit ups the reason your eyes waned could not contain beads that drained as if sweat could demand respect and repeat mathematical equations and symetrical diagrams ripped the moonlit sky on nights that make you believe that good smelling breath was captured in bottles sold in stores If 20 sit ups equated to your quiet approval attention deficit removal waiting for just the right time I put on my red dress slip on my high heels and some of that sweet perfume Oh you talented brother as if hard work and lace were the perfect compliment to your my oh my as if you studied the pulse of my one, two, three matched melody per melody and together those repetitious 20 sit ups became our mantra for a future of improvement

I heard you, I saw And breathed a sigh of relief Because it was finally over I survived From time to time I'd look back in regret Longing and missing Looking for something in nothing I framed a picture At the front door of my mind A special place Deserving of defeat and dignity Escape could have been sweeter But pleasure ensued from Crossing the threshold And learning from my mistake