Baby's big day out

So hope's decided to try something new. She will now commence to write some blogs in third person. To mix it up a bit. Good luck trying to decide if she means the things she says. Also, she's decided to write poems. Here's a few:

Sad

The feelings that are unexpressed

Are merely trivial at best

Maybe

But who said I say the truth

The love I felt was never there

The pain either

Then were the tears?

Faces

They have selective expressions

When people are there:

Smile-for the camera

Smile-for the friend

Smile-for the men

Frown-for the bad

When people aren’t:

Frown-for the friend

Cry- for thyself

Places

The children are restless

Their dreams becoming unfulfilled

Hope of dead ancestors rendered useless

No longer is there pride

No longer is there care

Love buried deep below

The roots of the old Dogwood tree

The last bit of faith held by the Grandparents

Deteriorating

But soon gone

The heart is beating

But not for long.

Patriots

The fires have been shot

But these can’t be blocked

The man made vests are useless

Blue- the faces of the women

White-the Knuckles of the Men

Blood

The colors have been changed

Promises made to match the rainbow after the Flood

But everybody makes mistakes

My country, of thee I sang

No longer remains

Bones last longer than Flesh

A child will be born with a gun

Never learning to have fun

And they said all work and no play made Jack a dull boy.

Tada!