Eyes Never Dried
by JOSEPH BRYANT (Italian Stallion)
“Oh where oh where can my baby be?
The Lord took her away from me.
She’s gone to heaven so I got to be good,
so I can see my baby when I leave this world.”
We were on our way out to Tennessee
driving through the mist of the moonlit night,
when all of a sudden there were screeching tires,
and billows of smoke that overcame the sky;
a semi-truck skidding until stopped by impact, busting glass,
and sending chilling screams through the still night.
And when I woke I was in a total fright, unable to see,
screaming, bleeding tears while in misbelief,
looking back at all the debris,
“oh where oh where can my baby be?”
I did everything that I possibly could
to avoid that out of control semi-truck,
and in the end there was no escape, we were struck.
With sirens echoing in the distant background,
I shed a tear while I held her close, unable to see;
holding hands, praying to the Lord, ranting my plea:
Take me Lord, set me free, let her live, don’t disagree.
She looked at me for her very last time
then closed her eyes, what a tragedy
“the Lord took her away from me.”
The ambulance arrived, I’m now surrounded with help,
while checking my vitals, they put a brace around my neck.
The paramedics say I’ll be fine over the course of time,
but I know the emotional damage has already been done.
They handed me her ring while saying sorry for your loss,
breaking down, I screamed in tears I did all that I could,
I did all that I could! Securing me in the stretcher
I felt as though my life was spinning out of control,
but now is the time, it must be understood,
“she’s gone to heaven so I got to be good.”
There were nights when the wind was freezing cold
but I felt warmth even when there was no one to hold.
There were nights I sat all alone, staring at her in these photos
I have, her radiant smile, her soft tender lips, the happiness
glows from deep within. I remember our first kiss – pure bliss.
I felt embraced as if by her when reciting our memories I preferred,
raised my head and asked, why, why’d you have to disagree?
why couldn’t you just accept my plea, with amities?
When it’s my time, provide me with the key to the afterworld,
“so I can see my baby when I leave this world.”
© Copyright 2009 By: Italian Stallion
*Cabeza from J. Frank Wilson’s “Last Kiss”
*Glose (or Glosa)
The glose originated in Spain, where it is known as the glosa. It has two parts, which are normally written by different authors.
The first part – the texte or cabeza – consists of a few lines which set the theme for the entire poem. Typically this will be a stanza from a well-known poem or poet – although it is perfectly permissible to write your own texte.
The second part – the glose or glosa proper – is a gloss on, or explanation of, the texte. It takes the form of an ode, with one stanza per line of the texte. Each stanza in turn expands upon its corresponding line of texte, the sixth and ninth lines rhyming with the borrowed tenth.