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'as a Child'
as a child- I had an unwritten history in this world blind, wailing and unaware, totally helpless crying is all I knew of life at that time deep in my throbbing heart a love was born every day I was kissed and hugged by mother full of wild mirth and infant joy, I laughed and smiled gone now is that love for she lays in her tomb hanging my head I write poems, pages and pages in my soul I keep the memories from gathering dust just yesterday, I reminisced a happy day of us keeping the love from being lost, I write and write look at me with your sad eyes mother, I will paint poems full of love and grief now and then, I gaze at the past with quivering tears oh, and with my throbbing heart memories flow past the clicking, ticking clock of life, I remove the dust quietly, I bow my head at your tomb and let tears fall returning often to clean the cold, weathered stone sweet memories, memories, memories is all I have till my last breath, no dust shall gather until we meet beyond this domain of earth, I keep visions of a realm where your beautiful soul sleeps whatever time has destroyed, I must strive to remove the dust Xanadu, a garden lovely is where I dream that you dwell your memory will never, ever, ever, ever gather dust, for zillions of years from now my poetry will speak of deep love_ ___________________ February 26, 2015 Poetry/ABC/'as a child' Copyright Protected, ID 15-1248-896-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
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