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Lystra Harrigan-Cox Poem
Night has fallen
my little one
Close your eyes
and dream of the sun
When you awake
your dream will come true
The sun will be shinning
my little one for you
Dalight has broken
my little one
Open your eyes
and welcome the sun
She waits in the garden
where you love to play
Waiting to grant
all your wishes today
So hurry, come on
my little one
Lets laugh, dance,
sing and have fun
for soon night will call
once again you will rest
and dream of tomarrow
in sunshines caress
Night has fallen
my little one
Close your eyes
and dream of the sun
Copyright © Lystra Harrigan-Cox | Year Posted 2011
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Lystra Harrigan-Cox Poem
You gave light
to darkened sky
on grayed days
thoughts of you brought comfort
though filled with tears
aah..just for a while
I'd sit, stare, numbed,
wondered, why this one?
as I watched spring leaves
and petals need to moisten seed.
therein lays the hope of new growth.
I toss my head and smile
aah..and for a while.
I swear I heard you whisper
in a gush of wind,
hush..let not your aching heart forget,
rejoice, for I have known no closer friend
and though my arms won't hold you again,
my heart will never let you go.
I miss you
and not just for a while
Copyright © Lystra Harrigan-Cox | Year Posted 2012
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Lystra Harrigan-Cox Poem
Last night I said "I love you,"
while you laid there sleeping.
Words that clearly raged my head
but often feared
to reach my lips
which you so gently kissed,
just before, you laid there sleeping.
Words only my arms before would speak
as we laid weak,
but still embraced, so close
that not a trace of air
would dare to find its way
between our bodies
locked, still moist with passion
as I lay upon your chest,
felt your breath
and wondered if
you thought I was asleep
when I heard you say
"I love you"
Copyright © Lystra Harrigan-Cox | Year Posted 2011
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Lystra Harrigan-Cox Poem
It felt odd,
going to be without you.
My legs tucked and curled around
my body pillow felt soft, but unlike
your familiar hands.
gentle hands that often cradled me to sleep.
Hands that did much more than this
pillow ever could, but will have to do for now,
for all that's left is the scent of
your head that laid here
last night or is it just a memory of you
gone so many nights ago
Copyright © Lystra Harrigan-Cox | Year Posted 2019
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