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Poetry Corner
Betty
Sanders
Apologia from a Teenager’s Mother
“I paid the girl that comes to clean
Ten bucks this morning, John.
She worked like hell to wax the floor
Your muddy shoes are on.
I know! It doesn’t matter and
You’ve heard it all before…”
And John walked through the
nagging house
And slammed his bedroom door.
Poor George
He said, “I really loved you.”
Well…yes, I know it’s true.
How sad the loss of present tense
When any love is through.
But sadness that a love is done—
Well, that I comprehend.
The lovely one that broke in two
Because it would not bend.
But what he said that followed—
Well…now, that was really sad.
He said, “Oh yes, I loved you