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Ronald D Lanor Oct 2011
The Tale of Norma L. Kein
Ronald D Lanor
Oct 2011
1907 in Louisiana,
Once lived a women in fear.
Spending her days, in a haze,
The inevitable creeping near.
Now Norma L. Kein was a cocky lass,
Taught that by her mother,
Who died when she was five,
And now resides above her.
With a head of steel and a heart of coal,
Norma had few friends.
Pushing them away at every chance,
While winding through life's bends.
She seemed to be waiting,
For the day that change would come.
Yet she just sat idly by,
Twiddling her thumbs.
Of all the people Norma knew,
She and her mother were closest.
Although she died when Norma was five,
She can still smell her mother's roses.
"Norma!" her mother would scream,
Telling her to play kinder.
"The other boys and girls don't like that."
As they all talked trash behind her.
Being held hostage,
A hostage of her own mind.
Norma begins to wonder,
If it she will find.
Searching for forever,
It's all just out of reach.
Friendship, love, and laughter,
Like a bruising to a peach.
Tragic, woeful sorrows,
Drifting all about her head.
Feeling so rejected,
She weeps inside her bed.
Darkness and the demons,
Creeping in all around.
There is no use fighting,
It is she that they have found.
Once lived a women in fear.
Spending her days, in a haze,
The inevitable creeping near.
Now Norma L. Kein was a cocky lass,
Taught that by her mother,
Who died when she was five,
And now resides above her.
With a head of steel and a heart of coal,
Norma had few friends.
Pushing them away at every chance,
While winding through life's bends.
She seemed to be waiting,
For the day that change would come.
Yet she just sat idly by,
Twiddling her thumbs.
Of all the people Norma knew,
She and her mother were closest.
Although she died when Norma was five,
She can still smell her mother's roses.
"Norma!" her mother would scream,
Telling her to play kinder.
"The other boys and girls don't like that."
As they all talked trash behind her.
Being held hostage,
A hostage of her own mind.
Norma begins to wonder,
If it she will find.
Searching for forever,
It's all just out of reach.
Friendship, love, and laughter,
Like a bruising to a peach.
Tragic, woeful sorrows,
Drifting all about her head.
Feeling so rejected,
She weeps inside her bed.
Darkness and the demons,
Creeping in all around.
There is no use fighting,
It is she that they have found.
LD Goodwin
May 2013
And now my friends a time has come, a time has come to die.
Like Summer leaves who's day must end, and fill the winter sky.
My Aunt is on her deathbed and her time is almost near,
oh Norma, my sweet Norma, let me whisper in your ear.
I remember Summer Sundays so many years ago,
my cousins Dave and Sammy with their fishin' poles in tow
we'd catch the evening dinner and a bottle fly or two.
Do you remember sweet Aunt Norma? Oh I hope you do.
And you'd toiled in the kitchen till you rang the dinner bell.
And barefoot Ginger would tell us to come in from the dell.
Hot biscuits, beans and apple sauce and catfish from the lake,
I would help crank the ice cream to go on the chocolate cake.
Only the fondest memories of you will I hold dear.
Oh Norma, my sweet Aunt Norma, your time is very near.
*For my Aunt Norma
Like Summer leaves who's day must end, and fill the winter sky.
My Aunt is on her deathbed and her time is almost near,
oh Norma, my sweet Norma, let me whisper in your ear.
I remember Summer Sundays so many years ago,
my cousins Dave and Sammy with their fishin' poles in tow
we'd catch the evening dinner and a bottle fly or two.
Do you remember sweet Aunt Norma? Oh I hope you do.
And you'd toiled in the kitchen till you rang the dinner bell.
And barefoot Ginger would tell us to come in from the dell.
Hot biscuits, beans and apple sauce and catfish from the lake,
I would help crank the ice cream to go on the chocolate cake.
Only the fondest memories of you will I hold dear.
Oh Norma, my sweet Aunt Norma, your time is very near.
*For my Aunt Norma
Harrogate, TN May 2013
Mike Hauser Sep 2014
Norma Alice (I See)
Mike Hauser
Sep 2014
Norma Alice I see
You've lost your childhood friend
Where you were days in the park
Spinning webs of memories
Norma Alice I see
What now catches your wandering eye
The flavor of a tender touch
The moons shadow cast at night
Norma Alice I see
Your left with the spare change
Spending it all climbing gardens walls
Singing songs to the deranged
Norma Alice I see
You no longer roost the nest
With eyes closed tight to the other side
Your just a token of your past
You've lost your childhood friend
Where you were days in the park
Spinning webs of memories
Norma Alice I see
What now catches your wandering eye
The flavor of a tender touch
The moons shadow cast at night
Norma Alice I see
Your left with the spare change
Spending it all climbing gardens walls
Singing songs to the deranged
Norma Alice I see
You no longer roost the nest
With eyes closed tight to the other side
Your just a token of your past