My Prerogative

By Valerie Webster

Born and raised in Central New York. I grew up with small-town values. The poems that I have selected for this book reflect that. True life experiences, situations, and feelings that my heart embraced and, sometimes, more often than not broke it. So, pen to paper (literally), a poet was born.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Mar 6, 2018
• ISBN: 9781641388702

Book preview

Lost Boy

I witnessed your heartbreak from a distance.

From a trailer, to a picnic table.

Pouring down rain, you wept.

Unaware of the severe weather.

Your heartbreak

was so much more!

A ravage storm of the heart.

You were unreachable.

And I knew that.

You had to cope with the unimaginable loss

by yourself.

But as I watched through the screen door

on that rainy day,

my heart also broke.

For you, to have to deal with your loss

at such a tender age.

And I cried also.

You weren’t alone in your tears.

What an Honor

What an honor do

we bestow,

to our fallen heroes.

No matter,

human or otherwise.

The otherwise are the ones so easily forgotten.

Facebook has become

my dear friend.

Truly, it has!

Without it, the treasures

of the world

would never be revealed!

Thank you, Delta Airlines

baggage handlers,

for bringing home our special soldiers.

Four-legged even!

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My confidence wanes.

Your encouraging words,

a fading memory.

Assurance slips away

like a ghostly shadow.

My emptiness,

a bitter erosion

from within.

Deep, deeper.

An ocean of sorrow.

Shadowed scars,

long since healed, at least

that’s my exterior.

But my heart keeps

as my constant reminder

of how close we were back then.

And today, nothing!

The sting of that

I revisit. Every time

a memory, a joke,

or even a conversation we had.

Yes, there were many.

Just the mention of your name

is a bitterness my heart endures.

I’ve been mending myself

back together with rubber bands,

paper clips, and duct tape.

The stock market has

been more the generous to me these days.

I didn’t realize that a broken