"Accolades For Valor" by Matthew Johnson (1993): "She goes through life, gliding, a benevolent seer/ Stopping constantly to aid those in need, those not even dear/ I, an individual, swept up in the storm/ Of a woman, who, in search of herself, defies the norm/ As I, an outcast, fighting myself, yet daring to believe/ That if I ask her aid and succor (and possibly love) she won’t leave/ Giving her heart, mind and soul to every known cause/ Causing me to look about my selfish malestrom, and in introspection give pause/ For all her words, she won’t write about me, does she fail to perceive/ What the object knows to be true and what make believe—/ Words rarely present, presence much more of one/ Is to wish for more as good as wishing for the sun?/ Energy is precious, as I know well to be true/ And I am curious to know, Lorraine, what I can ask of you/ Names are important, they make us who we are/ Much more important than people give credit, by far/ The masses may cry “Lori!” and let them do so!/ For the numbers who call that cannot understand/ They will never know the Lorraine inside, the one crying to live/ Will be forever frustrated by those whose minds are like a sieve/ There may be those who rob her of her world, let them scratch the skin/ They are as pinpricks to the steel within/ These accolades are not exaggeration, not pretentious/ I Just want you to know that there is at least one who is conscious/ That the world is a better place for the life of a woman named Lorraine."

Sunday, July 05, 1998

Let Me Be Wrong

I know better
than to get my hopes up.
I know how
things will end up.

I know, I'm not what he wants;
at least not on the outside,
but, oh, how he intrigues me,
and, oh, how I feel inside;

Just his hand on my leg,
and my head on his shoulder,
and I have felt so safe,
like never before!

So sincere and sensitive
for a masculine lad;
head on shoulders; zest for life;
and, yet, a family man;

How I've searched
with my brittle heart!
My faith that such a man exists
was blown apart,

and here he was;
so real; so close to me;
so much fun we had together;
I want it eternally!

Praying the phone will ring
and plans will be made
to see him again soon.
Oh, I'd count the days,

but,
I know better
than to get my hopes up.
I know how
this will end up.

July 5, 1998

posted by Lorraine Courigan at 6:42 PM

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