Rhonda Fuller: I'm 18 years old. I wrote this poem because I was leaving home to go to my mothers to have a baby. I didn't want to do it alone, because the father left. And I wrote this to remember especially the summer. It got up to 100 and some - and no air conditioning. Nothing but a fan and/or lake to cool you from the heat. I recently gave birth to beautiful 7 pound 10 oz baby girl. She is the light of my life. My reason for living, I never thought I could experience these feelings I have for anybody. But it's different 'cuz when I look at her everything else just melts away.

I'm a twin. I grew up in Missouri and moved out to California to have my baby. And then I'm going back home. I have one brother and two sisters. We don't really get along but then who does any way.




No tear jerkers, no gut wrenching sob stories, no mushy I love you's, no free
rides. It's just all to much for me. No heart warming smiles, no hugs, and no
I'm sorries. For the sun will come up again. And the day will end as soon as
it began. And the words you long to say will be the words you couldn't
speak, for silence has a way of creeping into the night. No tears of sadness,
no good luck charms, no watching the sun set with his arms embraced around
his mother. The moon will howl, and the night will grow cold. As you curl up
into a ball to keep warm from the winters' hold. No fire to comfort, no music
to ease your weary soul. As the cold eerie nights grow old. No hot summer
breezes, no dusty ash swinging in the wind stinging your face. No burning sun
beating you down. And the last remaining rainbow will gleam. With the last
little leprechaun hiding in the shadow.


Copyright 2000 by Rhonda Fuller




A Memory

Rainy days and cloudy skies
And haziness fills my mind
Your absence eludes me, takes control
And doesn't want to let go
Hot summer dusks, and mid- morning breeze
Awakens the soul and runs to get free
Dreams of a forgotten love that once was true
That made the stars dance in the river so blue
Swaying palm trees, and mystic nights
You knew when it happened it felt so right
A touch, knocks you off your feet
Breathless cuz it's yours to keep
A memory


Copyright 2000 by Rhonda Fuller




The demon

A hand clasp on my shoulder......
And all the while I sit and I smile
As the demon appears in my dreams
Not the demon I fear, but the demon of all
The demon that can conquer my soul
The odd little creature stood 3 to 4 feet tall
he whispered his name
the sound of death you could hear a mile away
The terror, the fear, it shattered us all
As water began to fall
The ocean of blood, black as the moon
(the voice in my head, says I'll wake up soon)
The echo of the faint distant rain
Poured through my veins
sending responses I dare not claim


Copyright 2000 by Rhonda Fuller




A Man

The plague lay abrupt on my mind
But to resist is a waste of time
Reminding you of what really was
Now gone to no existence for all eternal
Wiped out in oblivational error
The excruciating difference upon your soul
I too know-
No tears shall I shed
It's all in my head
The ghost wrought on the floor
The dozen red roses are forever more
The stain on my heart
all apart of the emotional baggage
to represent the void I just don't understand
All because of one simple man


Copyright 2000 by Rhonda Fuller