Who Cares
At three years old I baby sat
Mom and Dad went out that was that
She was twenty one Dad twenty three
There was a brother a sister and me
Sometimes we ate chicken noodle soup
Dessert was bread with sugar and butter
Glad my Mom did not have another
When I turned seven I was put in a home
Raised by Nuns I never felt so alone
All three of us in a different place
We were placed by age I had an ugly face
I had no hugs or kisses just another case
One day a week I saw my little sister
and once a week my brother came to visit
Once in a while Mom would take us out
But she had to bring us back by night
And my brother cried as Mom held on tight
I was there until I turned eleven
Let me tell it was not heaven
Well I am all grown up now
And sometimes I still cry in the dark
Things like this always leave a mark
So now again I am all alone
All my loved ones passed away
I have never been me since that day
So I think maybe even I passed away
c.crowley 3/26/15
Love's Sweet Surrender
As I lay down with you
all my feelings start anew
I drift far off to another place
And all your love do I embrace
You move your hand upon my skin
Oh how I love this place I'm in!
A gentle kiss upon my lips
I caresss your swaying hips
All my being filled with fire
As I give in to my desire
My mind in ecstasy
as love sets me free
Its sweet perfume drifts above
As we surrender all our love
I drift off to sleep in a caress
held in love and tenderness
Carolann Crowley 3/17/15
Some Have No Class
His spoken words were so cruel
how could I been such a fool
When he started the affair
you knew it was there
But you looked the other way
thinking it would go away
She was young you much older
and his lust for her grew bolder
And when he treated you unkind
no guilt feelings on his mind
So he used the both of you
what fools were we two
then he grew tired of her ways
now back home he spends days
If you read this take some advice
love at times is not so nice
When they seek a piece of ass
some men simply havre no class
carolann Crowley 3/31/06
The Towers
I loved to look across the sea
while sitting on my balcony
Oh such beauty could I see
two majestic towers standing
now I cope with understanding
They stood tall in radiant density
A luminous light of great intensity
Now that space holds emptiness
Broken dreams loneliness
But freedom will ring out friend
and we will build again
In our hearts loved ones remain
Tell me cowards what did you gain
carolann Crowley 1/28/07
In My Dreams
I called out your name as I slept
it woke me up and then I wept
I remembered you are not here
just a dream a whisper in my ear
If you speak to me as I sleep
I will hear but will not weep
Do you come to me at night
or are you a dream taking flight
Sometimes I hear you call my name
your voice always sounding the same
So be it dreams or otherwise
you are here as I close my eyes
Carolann Crowley 6/24/06
What Might Have Been
As I watch the fog roll in
I think about what may have been
As I watch the sea gulls fly
I think about days gone by
I lived my life in such haste
All it's beauty did not embrace
Never had the time to spare
To tell a loved one how I care
Years flew by to quickly
I had time for only me
I could have given much more
Now time has closed that door
So as I watch the tide roll in
I think about what might have been
Carolann Crowley 10/15/05
Like Butterflies you flew away
I watch the kids walk down my street
bonded in friendship it was so sweet
Then I thought when I was young
wish I had known what was to come
We were best friends buddies too
now I wonder where are you
Sometimes I wish I could stay
smell the scent of youth's bouquet
Like butterflies you flew away
now a brand new life another day
Carolann Crowley 10/28/05
The Treasures in our lives
Come sit with me by the fireside
unwrap this bow so neatly tied
Pictures and stories lasting forever
lives unfolding this is my treasure
Golden treasures of times gone by
like the flickering of a firefly
Little glimpses of life's echoes
all tied in ribbons and bows
Golden treasures I have saved
each one on my heart engraved
So come and sit next to me
share a treasured memory
Carolann Crowley 10/26/05
The Soul Of A Poet
I think at times our souls must suffer
and our hearts become our buffer
We write of truth and of sadness
into our life we bring such madness
To make our poetry true and right
we must feel the pain we write
So we put sadness in our hearts
it is the way our poetry starts
We may stir up controversy
we are poets (Lord have mercy)
some may criticize what we do
So poets to your hearts be true
c Crowley 6/14/07