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Greatest Performance of My Life

Growing up I played with many dolls,
dressing them~feeding them~rocking them.
My cats I would dress in the doll clothes,
riding them in my doll coach.
Feeding them cool milk from the doll baby bottle,
as I rocked them like a real baby.
My cats loved this attention,
their paws would close around the bottle as they drank the milk.
Years past and I grow up,
all my cats were now gone.
My greatest performance came in a hospital,
when my real baby was born.
Now I knew just what he needed,
feeding him milk and rocking him to sleep.
Date Written: 5/11/2022
Greatest Performance of My Life Poetry Contest
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Date: 5/25/2022 7:53:00 AM
Marvelous practice!
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Paula Goldsmith
Date: 5/25/2022 10:50:00 AM
Thanks for your note. Glad you like this true write. It was "marvelous practice." Have a wonderful/blessed day.......................
Date: 5/17/2022 5:28:00 PM
I believe motherhood is truly our great performance. As mothers, we give until we are no longer here. Thank you for your visit and kind comments, Paula.
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Paula Goldsmith
Date: 5/18/2022 8:35:00 AM
Thanks for your note. Glad you like my write. Yes, mothers give until the very end. Have a wonderful/blessed day.......................
Date: 5/15/2022 10:25:00 AM
I think that it is inherent in females, not always, to have this yen to play with dolls preparing them for motherhood, as i likewise think that males help their fathers tinker in the garage or do woodwork at school preparing them for responsibilities in a relationship, again not always. It is said, when a husband dies, a wife loses her handyman and when a husband loses a wife he loses his and house keeper. Lovely poem. Hugs, regards, Jennifer.
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Paula Goldsmith
Date: 5/16/2022 9:25:00 AM
Thanks for your note. Glad you like this write. When a husband or wife dies it is very hard on the other one. Have a wonderful/blessed day with hugs............
Date: 5/14/2022 7:41:00 AM
Dear Paula, a truly heart-touching poem - of course penned by a loving soul like you! You wrote a brilliant poem, Paula. Reminded me of my childhood - playing with dolls. Love ~ Mala
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Paula Goldsmith
Date: 5/14/2022 8:07:00 AM
Thanks for your note. Glad you like this true write about my dolls and cats. Good memories are the best. Have a wonderful/blessed~day/weekend...............
Date: 5/12/2022 12:35:00 PM
Paula, That's so sweet it made me tear. Best of luck in contest. :)
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Paula Goldsmith
Date: 5/12/2022 1:14:00 PM
Thanks for your note and for your best of luck. Glad you like this one. Did not mean to bring a tear. I love to give out smiles. So here is a smile, catch it. Have a wonderful/blessed day...............
Date: 5/11/2022 6:36:00 PM
This poem is definitely the 'cat's meow,' Paula! Lovely, lovely! Sweetness and Light, Gershon
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Paula Goldsmith
Date: 5/12/2022 11:47:00 AM
Thanks for your note. Glad you like this write. Have a wonderful/blessed day writing away...............
Date: 5/11/2022 12:03:00 PM
Hello Paula, you were in training for your baby when it was born. Hugs.
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Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 5/11/2022 5:04:00 PM
Hello Paula, That is the way I seen it when i read this poem.Enjoy your evening . Hugs.
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Paula Goldsmith
Date: 5/11/2022 2:53:00 PM
Thanks for your note. Never thought of it that way. Guess I was in training. Have a wonderful/blessed day writing away...............