Tag: family
group name: poetrylove
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December 17, 2007 01:13 PM EST --
I am a little preemie,
Theres not much to me at all,
I was born so much smaller,
Than a little baby doll,
To some I almost dont look real,
But theres . . . more
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August 19, 2008 03:46 PM EDT --
I want to dedicate this to my daughter, since watching her coach and perform inspired my to write this. I hope she likes it.
The Living Tapestry
Swirls of color
Spinning
Majestic . . . more
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July 07, 2008 12:09 PM EDT --
When I first joined Gather, I posted this as my first article. I know so many new people, and it is going to be 6 years ago this week that I wrote this and she died. Oddly enough, this . . . more
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August 15, 2008 06:22 PM EDT --
Does he see me when he looks at me?
Does he notice how much I have changed?
Can he . . . more
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February 09, 2008 11:56 AM EST --
You turned your head,
closed your eyes
while your little girl
. . . more
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January 01, 2008 04:12 PM EST --
How do I slip out of my
ordinary existence into the
electric
sensual-ness
of your hand
it's so warm and
mine fits so snuggly against
it
I close my eyes
to imagine
my heart feels swollen . . . more
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January 17, 2008 03:30 PM EST --
Mama used to say
It smells like snow ,
and I didn't understand,
but knew that when she said it,
snow was surely coming.
Daddy would put chains on his truck,
and . . . more
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June 19, 2008 03:35 PM EDT --
In my house,
my little house
. . . more
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September 27, 2007 01:29 PM EDT --
Late one night
I walked upon the hill
a cloud cloaked the moon
in silent gloom.
I lift my eyes to a dazzling sight
I saw windows all alight
a home with warmth and love
an open door...
What riches can . . . more
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December 26, 2007 04:28 PM EST --
( A curious thing happened in writing this poem to my daughter this Christmas. As I was writing it, I realized that not only was I writing it to her...I was writing it to the inner child inside . . . more
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March 08, 2008 09:42 PM EST --
I wished I was still in the Parc de St. Cloud, wandering around, alone - no one crowding me, just me, enjoying the quiet of the birds and the chatter of old ladies. I had no idea what they were saying, . . . more
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December 17, 2007 01:16 PM EST --
In my mommys eyes I,m perfect,
Though the world may not see,
When they say I cannot do it,
you are there to root for me ,
When they tell you it cannot be done ,
you stand behind . . . more
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May 28, 2008 07:34 AM EDT --
I held you
when my aching body
no longer could,
reveling in the scent
of your newness;
I held you
when your body
was racked with fever,
giving . . . more
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October 31, 2007 12:06 AM EDT --
He held her small hand, when her Labor began,
and vowed he would not leave her side;
Soon their first Son, to be named, “Brave One”, . . . more
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December 31, 2007 12:41 AM EST --
I stumble along, blind
and deaf, unsure
of the way, but I hope
I'm heading home.
Home...
the word that conjures
up angels and demons,
daydreams and nightmares,
. . . more
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March 29, 2008 07:58 PM EDT --
I didn't even shed a tear, and
though I felt really self-conscious
about my lack of emotion,
the faucet just wouldn't turn on.
I think it shut down
all of those years ago
when . . . more
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December 12, 2007 11:33 AM EST --
You face would land
with a thud
into your dinner
of mashed potatoes and peas;
We would giggle,
you would crack a joke,
Mama would fume.
She must have wanted you
. . . more
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December 22, 2007 12:25 PM EST --
Citronella, bug-dope
child hood memories,
bug juice and
dark cold swimming holes,
water to numb the toes
stubbed on granite stepping
stones
bloody knees from bumpy, back roads
loose-dirt bike . . . more
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November 07, 2007 01:56 PM EST --
broad spectrum bus ride
English manifestations
cottage, farms, meadows
more
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November 06, 2007 09:26 AM EST --
I was born in prejudice
in 1957
and my world was black and white;
No color
on faces other than rosy cheeks
blushing
from the icy mountain wind.
I never saw . . . more
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