5This poem is set in the 1850's in the wild prairies of Oklahoma. The girl/woman speaking is Annie Keys. This is for my nephew, who is now five months, and always so precious to me.
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Tommie Holden
Riding atop a black stallion,
Breezy wind tousles the light brown strands of his crown.
His masculine figure, strong, bold features,
sketched on his suntanned face, remind of the days we spent
long ,long ago together. Time wasn't a option when I was
snuggled close in his warm arms.
Tommie Holden.
The character of him was ideal.
He was a man that loved me, cared for me, and shared his utmost
thoughts with me in hopes that I would have the answer in my heart.
Certainly any woman couldn't have known him the way I did.
Tommie Holden.
The way I felt when he was around was without a doubt magical.
I felt like I was always floating, way up into the clouds . Sometimes,
I wondered how could Heaven feel better? But I left that to God.
He had this gorgeous smile of encouragement, bracing me into
a dreamy look.
Tommie Holden.
His son was an exact replica of his father; wanting to be just like
him in every way possible. Neither one could except anything less than
a job well done. He was such a great father to this child. I thought
for sure this was too good to be true.
Tommie Holden.
And it was.
A storm brewing day, in the latter part of August, our small, but complete,
family was heading back to our home in Sweetwater from a long awaited
first trip to his parents home. We saw in the distance a wagon or two
coming toward us, but gave it no thought. Then before I knew it, the wagon
was almost within yelling distance. And then, I heard it. The shot coming
from the first wagon. I heard my little boy give that piercing cry, and it
was then that I knew my boy was dead. The blood wouldn't cease,
his head was were the shot had been. Immediately, out of instinct,
my lover went to slay the man that had so selfishly taken the life of
our boy, John David. As soon as he stepped out of the wagon
he was pierced too, with a bullet from that selfish man. I let out a cry,
my only life was gone. I had to leave, with or without my companion.
Tommie Holden.
I still think of the days when we so graciously loved each other, all of us.
It isn't the same without my partner. I know for sure I shall never love again. For no one man could compare to my Tommie Holden.