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A Flock of Sparrows for Majel: Butch and Rae, Rae and Butch

A Flock of Sparrows for Majel

(About a 2 minute read)

A kind man,
Butch’s dad did his best
To raise his seven kids.
On a hundred and fifty acres,

It was bottom land,
Rich and deep,
But it wasn’t enough,
He never got ahead.

He never got ahead
And worked himself to death,
The death of a kind man.

Rae’s dad was rich enough
From moving all the drugs in town.

But he didn’t care,

And he didn’t know
Much about kids
So he raised Rae raw.

He raised Rae raw
With his fists,
And when he left,
He left her shy and scared
Of just about everything.

Folks thought the thirty-six years
Between Butch and Rae were a bit too much,
But when the two met, something clicked,
Something clicked
And they soon turned friends,
They soon turned good friends.

Rae hadn’t known a friend before.
She didn’t know how to proceed.
She thought at first she ought to run.
She thought at first friends were a trap.

Good old dad had taught young Rae,
Had taught her hard.
He had taught young Rae
How to make friends.

How to lure them in, lure them close,
Lure them in close enough for the kill.

But Butch was gentle and Butch was kind,
Evening by evening he came by,
Brought with him a six-pack each time,
And he coaxed from Rae
How she thought and felt,
Thought and felt
About everything.

Rae and Butch
Butch and Rae
Went each evening for two years
Touching minds, touching hearts,
Sharing truths, sharing secrets,
Sharing hearts, sharing minds.

Talking and laughing and talking again.
Two years talking and laughing
And talking again.

Two years before they had sex
Two years before Butch and Rae
Went nova one night.

Butch and Rae,
Rae and Butch,
Love built a bridge
Between their hearts.
Love built a bridge
Between their minds.
Love healed
Butch and Rae,
Rae and Butch.
Love healed them up
And left them whole again.

7 thoughts on “A Flock of Sparrows for Majel: Butch and Rae, Rae and Butch”

  1. Hi Paul, I’m tired tonight, I’ve already put myself to bed. For some bedtime reading I photocopied your 3 poems, and here I am, snug as a bug in a rug !! reading your posts, actually I’m now reading them a second time.
    I felt sorry for Marissa’s lost heart. And yes are right, she definitely deserves
    better…
    In you second, I really couldn’t give an informed comment. I’ve never been “layered-up on, but I loved your finale 2 lines…..
    Now as for, Butch and Rae, Rae and Butch, this was such a sweet fairy tale, with a happy ever after ending, that gave my tired dial, a smile.
    I’ll be going to sleep soon, feeling pleased l managed to digest your poems. My bed’s now warm and drifting into dreamtime, listening to Leonard Cohen reciting to me in background….
    I’m tired tonight Paul
    I’m tired tonight
    Dreams are starting
    Dreaming within and without
    Without, without… a shadow of doubt

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    1. Thank you so much for reading the poems, Ivor, and for you comments. Much appreciated.

      By the way, Butch and Rae isn’t quite a fairy tale. Butch was my closest friend when I owned my own business back in Illinois. The poem is about his and Rae’s relationship as he told it to me. I lost contact with him when I moved to Colorado. He’s most likely passed on by now.

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