a poem

Day 16 comes in three
a reminder
3 revolutions past the day
she found the
ONE
and planned for four
but pappa don't want her

eyes clouds of grey
tunnel vision wrecked up by fear
and sorrow
a past
time can't wipe clean
in his eyes

throw the first stone
she begs and pleads
remember the surprise on I-60
back when she was
his
and they found the one

under a tree of lights
the special tree he
loves
123 miles from home
that bore his grace and now
it's gone

Day 17 comes in four