Watch Out for Poison,

                                                        Maude Clarise Belle,

In life, there are many sad stories, lived out, and then told and retold,

If we listen, and pay close attention, their wisdom, bears more weight than gold,

Such is the case, in this story, of a girl called, Maude Clarise Belle,

Someone, I have loved very deeply, with sadness,her story I’ll tell,

She was born, into a large family, the 4th child, amidst all the rest,

While the bolder ones, vied for attention, Maude Clarise, would settle for less,

She created,her own world to live in,books and creatures,were her dearest friends,

While her siblings, danced in the spotlight, Maude Clarise, recoiled deeper within,

In the clamor of life, no one noticed, how silent, Maude Clarise had grown,

She had never cried out, for attention,so her anguish was sadly, unknown,

As the others moved on and flew from the nest, Maude Clarise, let life, pass her by,

Til a scoundrel, came home with her brother,and caught, Maude Clarise’s eye,

At the age of 23,she’d grown up naive, an innocent, to the way’s of bad men,

The callous galoot, had a way with the women, and set out to reel,Maude Clarise in,

He needed a slave, to tend to his home,his children,and other base needs,

So he scooped her up,and married her quickly,before she could learn, of his deeds,

The sweet little ‘house wren’,opened her heart,and completely,let the oaf fill that place,

For a time, she put  all into that union, til she vanished,leaving no trace,

Don’t get me wrong, she’s still alive, well, her shadow still can be found,

But since the divorce,the old Maude Clarise, has never more, come around,

Now she’s an aggressive, ungiving soul, her heart echo’s,’never again’,

Her nature now favors,a harsh’ bird of prey’, instead of, a little’ house wren’,

Her children,have grown up in her shadow, believing, it’s how it must be,

This story, of Maude Clarise Belle’s life ,is a very sad story, to me,

                                                              c.d.m.8/18/09

Hebrew’s 12:15; Looking diligently lest any man fail of the grace of God, lest any root of bitterness springing up trouble you, and thereby many be defiled;

This poem is based on a true story,an on going story. How ever there is still life, so there is still hope. Bitterness, stands out in sweet surroundings,it’s a shock to the taste-buds,a slap to the heart. As the scripture says,it springs up, denoting suddenly. When something bitter pops up [so to speak] from our lips or even just in our thoughts,we need to take note and begin to dig and’uproot’,that root,before it spreads.[the word tell's us,'For out of the abundance of the heart,the mouth speaks'] For a ‘root’ of bitterness has vining tendency’s and will cling to what ever is near,thereby defiling others.Vines don’t consider the host, they are clinging to and climbing over.They just want to survive,bitter vines want to thrive and multiply.Please pray for Maude[fake name],and pray one for another,that we not be overcome with evil,but overcome evil with good.     Cheryl