THE
WORST YEAR OF MY LIFE
A year of heartache
and bittersweet memories began
Broadening my horizons,
I travelled, leaving family and friends.
Chased my dreams
to a far away land
Dreams of happiness
( I thought) with a special man
Emptiness was left
as the dreams, died and crumpled.
February the 27th
took my Mother to a higher plain
God is good she told
me, as she passed away
Her life meant everything
to me, I feel lost without her
I die and grieve
inside on every Christmas Day, her birth.
July 12th came and
Daddy of a broken heart, died
Killed of all my
emotions, the Doctors delight.
Left like an empty
shell and bored
May, brought to me
a cyber-love I adored.
Notorious for his
thrilling ways, he informed
On-line, the interloper
of love and forever, intoned.
Paradise was lost
as I grew restless in my home
Quickly sold my life
and everything I owned.
Responsibility and
my art placed aside, for in
September, the meeting
with my Cyber-love, face to face
To Texas, I travelled to live with this fellow mate.
Understanding, was
what he lacked as I pined for home.
Victim of cancer too,
my white cat called Sam.
Why, I must ask,
the year of all my catastrophes?
Xantippe had nothing
at this stage, on me
Year of opportunity
my stars predicted and my
Zodiac reading said,
1997 was a good year to enjoy.
TeAnne © Jan 13. 1999
Footnote:
Xantippe (zæn’tipi)
or Xanthippe n. 1. the wife
of Socrates, proverbial as a scolding and quarrelsome woman. 2.
any nagging, peevish, or irritable woman.

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