“Secret Love” by Jöseph Lee Foster-Shumpert-Lear, 1996
Published 7 April 2004 :: Poetry
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Author's description
I have never in my life had the guts to walk up to a woman and ask them out on a date or even as friends to a movie so in part this poem is based on that and also ive just never stood up for anything i believe in. I have just sat back and watched as all i loved was taken away from me either in death or by a corporial form...i hope you like it
You are long gone by now
In which case
I am hoping and praying for no reason
The life has left your tiny bodies, and never will remain to it or to me
I will never see your smiles, or listen to your sobs as you fail at something new in your lives
I will miss out on the finer things in life like watching you grow up, dating, and the talks that
would
have been just between you and me
When I heard the news of your deaths;
I fell to my knees crying
This can't be
You were young and healthy
You were suppose to grow up and make me proud
You can't be dead
Now I cry and think of all the times that
I pushed you to be your best
I look at your belts
The blues and red bring it all back to me like a waterfall of times well spent
And of course some not so well spent
Through it all, I kept one little secret
One secret so small and strong that kept us from ever being close
Without you here now,
There is no reason for me to be a father, an uncle, a coach, a confidant, nor a friend
To your graves one by one
I leave a tiny rose behind to symbolize my secret and devotion to all of your memories
Robert, my son, and your cousins; my niece and nephew, Sarah-Marcy and Michel
I now reveal my secret to you with one last cry
You were everything to me;
My whole world and more
Though I never told you in life,
I tell you now
I love you
