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Nana’s Bears
Nana bought us brown and grey teddy bears
that each sat proud in their old fashioned chairs
before we had known or felt any fear
she had worried for us and kept our bears.

Her long life triumph of happy tears
of God-guided vision to combat fear,
I know she’ll return home one day to care
and again become sweet Virginia air,

two boys grown into men, both now aware,
though she had ours, we were Nana’s bears.

Kyle McHale       2015

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I Wish

My heart does weigh heavy on this sulky, dreary day.
It weighs and counter weighs beats and skips a few.
The evil. The good.
It becomes so much for a man who attempts to stay true.
I walk down streets from a small fishing town;
the town hides from a storm.
So empty, feelings lost.
But there is an energy waiting somewhere,
like a bomb about to blow.
Color is mostly gone in this place;
it has been turned into fear and energy.
It is more than the calm before the storm though,
it is so far past panic that everything and everyone
are frozen like the fish they catch that are about to die.
But in each house a small fiery orange glow does shine;
it is faint enough to keep strangers away,
strong enough to hold families together.
It feels like old colonial hopes, grey, small, orange.
The streets are open but welcome no one.
Maybe a wave will wash me away from this place.
I, fearing more than most, know that I should not be here.
Come storm, come take me away, freeze me like a fish,
I wish,
I wish.

Kyle McHale      2004

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