Losses: Another poem from The Daddy

"There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy."
--Jean Anouilh
"Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation."
--Kahlil Gibran

Losses
By Mac Walton

Losses-
I’ve had a few.

Losses-
Like the loss of a mother who had already
Lost her eyesight, watching
Too much Oprah, reading
Too many National Enquirers, and
Too much Revelations, praying
Too many nights to a white Jesus
Who never came because prejudiced people were
trying to kill him too.

Losses-
Like the loss of a sister who
cried herself to death barely a week after
Her festive wedding day, after
She found out her husband already
Had a family back in Greece and another
Child on the way.

Losses-
Like the loss of a lover, the“woman of your dreams”
Who, after years of affection
Informs you she is gay and is leaving you today...for
The woman of her dreams.

Losses-
Like promises not kept, love not
sustained, and hope, like a stoked fire, slowly
burning away once enticement meets character with
Little conscience anyway.

Losses-
I’ve had a few.