Sour (an acrostic poem)

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Scrunching up her face in reaction to sipping the drink

Obviously, it was much tarter than what she was expecting

Uttering a sharp laugh, her partner handed her a sugar cube as an apology

Refusing the cube, she gave it another sip.   It was better this way.

Smile (an acrostic poem)

So today she said hi to him and it put an unfamiliar happy expression on his face

Many days had passed since she last had talked to him

It had happened when he asked her about going on a date

Leaving him out in the cold and isolated with her refusing to acknowledge his existence

Eventually, it seemed, his daughter could forgive him for being a dad

 

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Heart (an acrostic poem)

His tattoo had a story, but he wouldn’t tell anyone

Every day he wore shorts someone would ask him about it

And he would say it was better than the alternative

Refusing to say why that was the case

That the coronary was now art