We, the Coronado Scribes, consist of both professional and amateur writers. We have in common a desire to learn, by sharing our efforts and listening to other writers. We hold pressure-less sessions every Wednesday, at the Coronado Library conference room, starting at 1:30. Often we have guests who wish to just listen. They are welcome, and so are you.
Each week on eCoronado, we will feature a different piece of prose or poetry produced by one of our writers. Please feel free to comment or ask questions in the comment section below.
He Loved Me, He Left Me
I was a Daddy’s girl.
Dad didn’t have a boy
So he taught me to fish,
Shoot bluerocks, gave me
His quirky sense of humor.
He didn’t want to leave me.
He got cancer.
My husband built me a house,
Blessed me with four children,
Put me on a pedestal,
Loved me for fifty years.
He didn’t want to leave me.
He got cancer.
A friend since grade school
Pursued me when his wife died,
Treated me to trips, roller coasters,
Merry-go-rounds,
Promised me a future.
When someone else turned his head
He left me
At least he wasn’t sick.
© Mary Beth Dodson 2013
