
The women would say,
"She was selfish and quiet,
Incapable of loving in that
Longterm sort of way.
"She was wild and a little bit crazy.
What man would put up with that
Day after day?"
The men would say,
"She was sweet; she was shy.
Her choices came hastily
Without enough thought.
"She led with her heart.
Then again, thought too much,
More intent on control than not."
The family would say,
"What a shame; what a pity.
So spoiled; so coddled.
She should have been so much more.
"Her decisions were reflective
Of a person she never was,
Thinking after more often than before.
Her parents would say,
"She was driven and ambitious,
She was intelligent and witty.
She had so much to offer the world.
"It's a mystery to us.
We don't understand
The ways her life unfurled."
Her children would say,
"She was mom. She was cool.
She did things no one else did.
Her laughter was quick and sincere.
"Such a shame she was pretty.
So sad she loved easily.
Why did she shed so many tears?"
Her lovers would say,
"So self-centered; so controlling.
So engrossed in herself.
So unwilling to do her part.
"She was passionate yet cold.
Selectively kind;
Incapable of giving her heart."
She would say,
"I am lonely and sad.
And regretful of many things.
An emptiness hangs on my brow.
"I wanted so badly to make everyone proud.
But somehow I forgot
To learn how."
drf
written 25 January 2002
Well done my friend who's not crazy about poetry. Well done. It shows how complicated we all are. How one person can see or perceive such a variety of ideas about one subject/person. It comes off as a view of multiple people and yet you know all the while it's just one. So interesting.
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