It's by Paulette Kelly. If you or someone you know is in trouble, go get help. There is help out there. Go to a shelter or a safe house or the police. Don't deal with this alone.
I got flowers today.
It wasn't my birthday or any other special day.
We had our first argument last night,
And he said a lot of cruel things that really hurt me.
I know he is sorry and didn't mean the things he said.
Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today.
It wasn't our anniversary or any other special day.
Last night, he threw me into a wall and started to choke me.
It seemed like a nightmare.
I couldn't believe it was real.
I woke up this morning sore and bruised all over.
I know he must be sorry.
Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today,
And it wasn't Mother's Day or any other special day.
Last night, he beat me up again.
And it was much worse than all the other times.
If I leave him, what will I do?
How will I take care of my kids?
What about money?
I'm afraid of him and scared to leave.
But I know he must be sorry.
Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today.
Today was a very special day.
It was the day of my funeral.
Last night, he finally killed me.
He beat me to death.
If only I had gathered enough courage
and strength to leave him,
I would not have gotten flowers...today.
2006-06-09 13:52:11
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answered by Anonymous
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Do a google search, yahoo search, dogpile search etc. simply by putting in the title of the poem. Or by searching Poetry with the title, in quotation marks. You were told the author, but not how to find the author, so my answer is for future reference.
2006-06-09 13:56:56
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answered by jamazing41 3
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Here's a link to the poem....
2006-06-09 13:57:25
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answered by Lee 7
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Try looking down the back of the sofa.
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Oh, my God, someone's posted the damn thing in full. It's that kind of self-pitying, nauseating, self-obsessed tripe that makes me VOMIT.
2006-06-09 14:11:02
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answered by Anonymous
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