Love’s Cruelest Tax
written by: Jane Bradshaw
Capture that smile, one more time
Before the
Grim
Takes it from us
Hug, like there is no
Tomorrow
Because
For her there isn’t
Chase the rainbow
Hunt it down
Magic
Abounds where it ends
Dream, a dream of
Past hope
Eternity
That we can never have
Would you go back
And change her
Existence
To escape the pain
No – never ever would
I do that – she’s
Transcendent
Love’s cruelest tax
The camera clicked
Over and over
Snapshots
Are all I have now
Jane hails from the distant shores of Darwin, in the Northern Territory of Australia. She has lived there all her life and has raised three young Adults. After 7 years as a Loans Officer and 6 years as a Rates Officer Jane found herself at university, studying to be a Primary School Teacher. Now in her nineteenth year of teaching, she has taken on the challenge of being the Student Wellbeing and Inclusion Teacher at her school (Special Education). Jane has been a part of a poetry writing group for over six years and a short story writing group for over five years. Her passion for writing began in high school, and she continues to write because it is a deep intrinsic part of who she is. She has been published in five Anthologies, and on a few writing platforms. One day she hopes to have her own collection of poems, and a novella published.
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