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Someday
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Once Again No More
She had tried
Once again
Spent days and nights
So much time
Losing herself
In someone else
No more
No more
She learned
This time for good
It’ll be the last time
She gives so much
From this day on
Day and night
So much time
Will be spent different
On what she should have
Never let slide away
Once again
No more
She knew what it was
End of the story
Good enough
Time to set it all aside
Another lesson learned
Once again
No more.
👣♥️ Jeanna’ Mead
2 55 p.m. 6.23.20
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Still His
He used to sit outside
In the swing underneath the trees
An open invitation
Was always given
For me to sit beside him
On that double swing
We would talk about almost everything
Or nothing at all
I can still feel his hand
Resting on my knee
See the twinkle in his eyes
When I would join him outside
He used to sit on the couch
Facing the big picture window
In the fancy room of the house
Where the record player took center stage
And he could sit and think
I had an open invitation
To come sit down beside him
We would talk about almost everything
But not about the war
He said those were things he couldn’t explain
And that was it
I can still feel his strong hand resting on my knee
The way he looked at me
Made it perfectly clear
Exactly what he thought
It’s been a long time
Almost half my life
Since I’ve had an open invitation
A chance to sit and listen
To the man that raised me
But I still feel his hands
I still hear his voice
I still see those blue+gray eyes
And I’m still his.
For my beloved Daddy
Jeanna’ Mead
June 22 2020. 7 33 a.m
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For Too Long
For way too long
She’s put off
Herself
On the back burner
Bottom of the totem pole
Balanced everything else
Gave and gave again
Until there was nothing left
But now the time
Might just be right
She’s got less than she’s ever had
More time
That’s for sure
So she made herself a promise
Swore this time
Would be different
From all the others
There was no reason
Why she couldn’t
Do what she had planned
For way too long
It sure has hell wouldn’t be easy
It sure would take time
But that’s one thing
She had plenty of
If she put half a mind to it
As much as she had in the beginning
When she made one dream come into reality
There was no reason why
She couldn’t do this too
For way too long
It’s been on her mind
One of her biggest regrets
This would be the year
The best one yet
👣♥️ Jeanna’ Mead
4 29 p.m. 6 6 20
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So It Is
She had reached out
First
Again
Almost five years later
Close enough to the days
That changed everything
Pushed her to the ragged edge
Where she had to stand for months on end
And almost lost herself
In the process
She had felt the need
To say some things
Give them both a measure of peace
It is what it is
It becomes what you make of it
She didn’t feel any fear
Not a bit of shame
Not regrets
Or any guilt
She didn’t feel like she needed to explain
Because she knew what it meant
So maybe the reason why
Things seemed the way they were
Was because it is more than what it was
.👣♥️ Jeanna’ Mead
3 14 p.m. 6.6 20
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Sex and Coffee
One afternoon
Sitting outside
Drinking coffee
They looked at each other
Half joking
Half serious
“All we have in common
Is sex and coffee.”
It was true
She wanted deep conversation
He liked to keep it light
They talked about the weather, the bills, the house, the dogs and the kids
That was about all
Skimming the surfaces
Riding the waves
Just keeping it simple
Like sex and coffee
He knew how she took her coffee
Strong and dark with a little stevia and cream
He liked his made with honey instead
And that was about it
She wanted more
That he did
A little romance
Surprises and all that jazz
Date nights
Dressed up and taken out
Lingerie and lace
He thought that was too much trouble
Rather get it done and over
So it never took all that long
Just long enough to mess things up
About as long as it took
To brew another pot of coffee
Make one more cup
One for him to take away and one for her to sip
While she’s standing at the bathroom counter
Straight out of the shower
Soaking wet
Feet on the towel
Letting her body drip dry
Taking her own sweet time
Putting on her makeup
While he rushed right by
On to the next thing on his list
After sex and coffee
That was then
And this is now
He’s gone most all the time
Home only every forty nights
She’s gotten used to doing without
Half of what she had
Now she makes her own pot of coffee
Sleeps on her side of the bed
Doesn’t even mess up the rest
She reads books and writes stories
To fill up the void
She drinks cup after cup
While standing in the mirror
Putting on her makeup
They talk almost every day
About the same things
The weather, the bills, the house, the dogs and the kids
And yesterday she said,
“All we had in common was coffee and sex so I couldn’t help myself.”
And even that seemed too long to him
He liked to keep it short and simple
Like sex and coffee.
☕👣♥️ Jeanna’ Mead
924a.m. 6.7.20 
