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No mother would fill up her eyes with tears of woman... if it weren't for God performing a miracle at dawn, as she cried out in joy and held her baby in trembling arms but shed many sweet tears hearing his laughter so loud; oh, he couldn't see her mommy's face through his tiny eyes, and it will be long before he'll will utter the first word, " Mom." Now that baby sleeps under the attentive look of his mom, who's too young to become a mature woman; many visions of this birth crossed her gleeful eyes she dreamed of the very same words whispered at each dawn, repeating them in her silly head as if they sounded too loud... while cradling a pretty doll in her folded arms. Will she be welcomed home by her parents opening their arms? Will they reprimand her and not consider her a legal mom? Perhaps they will not be angry and speak not so loud: girls are supposed to be girls, not suddenly turn into woman... So this innocent girl, deceived by a bad boy, must wake up at dawn when her baby cries and feed him with scary, childish eyes? Nights seem longer for her, trying to stay awake rubbing her eyes, what she beheld in those exciting eyes, now it's a burden in her weary arms; she remembers that pain was too unbearable, but joy more sublime at dawn... how will she learn how to care for the infant by watching her mom? She must have seen a nursery or read a book how to think like a real woman, and can anyone imagine how she keeps that secret instead of revealing it loud? She must gather enough courage inside to feed her baby who can't cry loud, but for now she must carry that baby without sighs of distress into her bright eyes; and her parents can see the changes making her a loving person already woman; they may ask questions to why she has gained weight and holds dolls in her arms... no, they aren't anticipating great news and in doubt, they await a splendid dawn. Mother and daughter closely together amazed by the coming dawn, any concealed secret can be easily spoken...somewhat joyful and loud; they imagine the infant's futures will be part of grandma and mom! Their reunited hearts come together to show love in their delighted eyes, and they'll take turns feeding the new-born, tenderly lulling him in their arms; what if forgiveness hadn't been there to deny her all of the joys of woman? Would a mother deny her daughter compassion as a good woman? Even God hurried dawn to offer that gift into her gracious, tender arms... and those arms accepted it with the gentleness and kindness of mom.

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Date: 12/13/2010 11:04:00 AM
Congratulations on your win Andrew in Deborah Guzzi's contest. Love, Carol
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Date: 12/11/2010 4:09:00 PM
A big congratulations to you, Andrew. this is a perfect form for the great free verse poet that you are. Luv, Andrea
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Date: 12/9/2010 2:51:00 PM
Congratulations on your win..Sara
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Date: 12/9/2010 4:03:00 AM
Congratulations on this well deserved third place win in the contest, Andrew
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Date: 12/8/2010 6:10:00 PM
breathless, andrew! big cheers in your award .. nette
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Date: 12/8/2010 5:55:00 PM
Way to go Andrew my friend on your big win in Debbie's contest ..congrats on an excellent entry and win with luv..
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Date: 12/8/2010 3:37:00 PM
Congrats on your fine poem getting such a high placement. Wonderful. BG
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Date: 12/8/2010 2:04:00 PM
Really really well done piece of writing such a touching tale of love revisited through hardship CONGRAD's On your BIG win! Light 7 Love
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Date: 12/6/2010 10:04:00 AM
Excellent topic and work! To be consistant with everyone please tweak the last three lines. Verse 7 line 1, 2,4; line 2 6,5; line 3 3,1 and place them in the body of the line not at the end (I know this is not the only way to do it, I just want everyone on the same page!) Great job, I'm sorting today! Light & Love
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Date: 11/26/2010 1:17:00 AM
this alluring write evokes a sense of tenderness with phraes blending and dancing to the lyre of a bursting mother dawn... best of luck in the contest, andrew. warmest, nette
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Date: 11/25/2010 5:44:00 PM
I also composed a sestina for Debbie today only. When I tried to post the sestina not as yours, the system refused to accept it as the words more than expected. don't know. had to rewrite and rewrite, Good luck in the contest with this wonderful write on miracle at dawn, Andrea
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Date: 11/25/2010 8:50:00 AM
Wow and wonderful in one breath Andrea.. a perfect Sestina full of emotion and such tender luv ... how wonderful to read on a happy holiday weekend my friend... cannot wait for the continuation ..of luv and life.. enjoyed ...
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Date: 11/25/2010 3:43:00 AM
Thnx Andrew for visiting my work "Die as if lived forever" and leaving encouraging comments.... Yeah history teaches u a lot.....Luv/best wishes..... Hitendra Mehta
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Date: 11/25/2010 12:59:00 AM
This young woman will grow into a fine mother, regardless of whether her family accepts her and the baby. The child may seem like a burden at first, but many years of joy will follow. When I was young and married, my husband and I wanted to delay having children. He died so soon and I was never able to have them, Andrew. Your poem moved me deeply. God decides when we are ready to be parents, not society. Blessings to you for a Happy Thanksgiving. A new fave for me. Love, Carolyn
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