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Alicia Utterback Poem
Love is like a song a bird sings.
The sound of the magic harp strings.
Like waves of music going through a magic goose's wings.
Oh what joyful but peaceful things.
For over the rainbow lye a treasure it brings.
To live a life like kings and Queens.
But for making love like a song a bird sings.
Copyright © Alicia Utterback | Year Posted 2016
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Alicia Utterback Poem
In my head are some thoughts I want to remain dead.
Yet if I keep them there I will never get ahead.
Let them out, speak your peace they all have said.
By myself I want to be free.
This I hope someday we all will be able to see.
For a great mother, wife, sister, friend, and daughter I know I can be.
As long as I'm near a sweet cherry tree.
For this is where my innocence was given back to me.
As one I will be with Tim, April, and Raven always in my heart times three.
And the memories we share will stay always and forever locked inside of my head.
Copyright © Alicia Utterback | Year Posted 2016
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Alicia Utterback Poem
In the air a whisper I hear.
Could it be the voice of something I fear?
No, just cracking and popping of the tall tree branches my dear.
It's a beautiful thing you know if you want to lend them an ear.
For the message they have may seem hauntingly clear.
Cause when the heavens decide to shed onto them a tear.
The feelings of emptiness thy shalt not bare.
Although the point they make is absolutely sincere.
I leave it from my breath to the spirit of the tree.
With a whisper that I hear.
Copyright © Alicia Utterback | Year Posted 2016
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