If you have been squandered, tell someone...
You matter.
You do not have to experience this, alone.

Lover’s Squander...
I feel so much rejection,
In your haste
I feel cast down…
Thrown into your can of waste.
You stripped me,
And then you said “no, I am chaste”.
I reached for you,
Your pillow was empty.
You were gone …
You were gone, to her place.
My heart ached,
My soul turned into paste.

©2012 jan leree

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    Photographer: Benjamin Ashlock benjaminashlock@gmail.com


    My name is Jan Leree.  I am a nurse, legal nurse consultant, poet and above all, mother of four wonderful adult children. I am writing here from my own life experiences, in loss, in grief, in humor and in joy.  I hope that you will find encouragement to face your life's circumstances by visiting my pages here.  My heart and prayers are in a place to offer encouragement to you.  The rights to the poetry and photographs are copyrighted to me.  If you wish to purchase cards, post cards, calendars, or framed art of my work, you may do so.  Email me at:  janlereewhidden@gmail.com


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