He was right.
She was loud
And brassy,
Bold,
Sassy.
Annoying.
Center of attention,
Life of the party,
Kind to strangers,
Magnet for weirdos.
Embarrassing.
He was right
Shutting her down,
Saving herself
For himself.
He was right
To convince her
How very right he was.
His right
Was her right,
A study in self control.
Dignity.
Class.
Calm.
Distance.
He knew he was right.
…But then she left.
Mother Hen
(Writing Prompt: RIGHT, part of Poetry 101 Rehab by Mara Eastern – Thanks, Mara! Feel free to jump on her poetry wagon each Monday!)
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Categories: Poetry
This is wonderful! Love your poem! 🙂
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Thank you, farmgirl! You are most kind. This is an all too familiar scenario, unfortunately.
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What? Huh? I hate it when that happens.
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Bahaha! *Cheeky!* I know better… 🙂
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Good for her! ;p Well written, Mother Hen.
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Thanks! 🙂 🙂 I’ve a feeling she will be just fine…
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