Ribbons and Pearls
Ribbons and pearls, so tender
is the age
All dressed up with no where to go.
I know your secrets to your hate
A little girl— one too many has
tried to know.
Deep behind the garden and around
Daddy’s hands always seem to find
The tears of shame escapes you when
You comb your long, blonde hair.
And the demons only come under the
Lock the door and close the blinds.
The virtues of shame have bloomed
much too soon
And the innocence is left behind.
For loving eyes have wept
From many eyes have been kept
And tomorrow is a new day.
Father’s arms are always open
Mother’s eyes are always closed
And the powers that be have fell
So the silence is never broken
And the words are never spoken
But I see your pain.
Trust is someone you’ll never know
Happiness is something you will
And your past, — you will never
So look beyond those deadened eyes
Far from those painful cries
To a place where no one will hurt
Hold up that pretty chin
And fight to the bitter end
Because there are things worth
I am a 40 year old writer who has been writing for about 25 years. I feel drawn to write about human conflict, especially emotional conflict. I live in the southern United States and have a wife and three sons.
Copyright © 2011 by Timothy Cole
Ribbons and Pearls was previously published on Best Poems Encyclopedia.