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''Oh Why, the Pain of Night, Dreams''

I struggle and battle in the night, twisting and turning, All day I was so inner, deep and peaceful in my soul; Now images and pictures from my past flicker and flare, I am a small little girl playing with baby dolls; Then I am sipping delicious tea with my grandma. I see my child self, looking into an ornate china cabinet, And my grandma saying be careful now dear heart; Oh why, the pain of night, dreams that pierce the soul, For my grandma is sipping her tea in heaven; Then I am back in the present and my painful reality. My old, old, sick cat is hanging in by a whisker these days, I am hesitating, unsure with making the right decision; And then she presses her little paws on my face, I am lost, the price of this bottomless love, is grief; Tomorrow I will make a decision or maybe the next day. Now I am with mother in her tangled wild summer garden, How we loved to plant and care for those sweet flowers; And we would stroll hand in hand to appreciate and admire, And father would say is this lawn getting smaller, For sure dad each year the garden is getting bigger and better. Dad never knew about the flowers we concealed in the garage, Now I am in the cemetery, weeping, weeping and weeping; Engraved in that cold, lonely stone, mother and father, Oh why, the pain of night, dreams that pierce the soul; Is it real that I have been left alone in the world with no anchor. At work I hold the hands of the old people at the nursing home, I want to make their day happy even if just for today; To do whatever I can to bring joy, happiness and compassion, And they press their fingers to my face with smiles; Oh why, the pain of night, dreams that pierce the soul. _______________________________ March 5, 2015 Poetry/Verse/''Oh Why, The Pain of Night, Dreams'' Copyright Protected, ID 03-648-621-05 All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France For the Standard contest, The Pain of Night, sponsor, Tammy Ream, Judged 03/2015 Third Place

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Date: 3/12/2015 9:58:00 AM
Sad and beautiful. Such angst, channeled in positive pursuits. Congratulations Broken. :) KIM
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Date: 3/10/2015 3:31:00 PM
Dropping back with my congrats:-) Hugs Jan xx
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Date: 3/10/2015 11:35:00 AM
Back with my congrats...well deserved with your touching piece...hugs, Rhonda
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Date: 3/10/2015 9:57:00 AM
Congrats on your win! Thank you for supporting my contest. Strong compassion in this write!
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Date: 3/9/2015 9:45:00 PM
Such depth of loss, but strength in your loving spirit. You inspire me , and this brings tears of sorrow to my eyes as I remember my grievous losses. Good luck in the contest. A *7* !! Big hugs, Kimberly xx
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Date: 3/9/2015 12:14:00 AM
Wow, I am moved by your words and the honesty you have expressed. Loss becomes such a greater part of life as we get older...I'm sure giving back by working with the elderly helps some. I worked with the elderly for many years and found it so rewarding...sending a big hug, Rhonda
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Date: 3/6/2015 8:40:00 AM
Very moving! I expect this will do well.
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Date: 3/5/2015 5:56:00 PM
wow, Constance, you really got a meaningful and heartfelt poem out of this contest theme. It's not one easy for me but it was right up your alley!
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Date: 3/5/2015 2:42:00 PM
With dad having just passed away I found this poem so emotional as I am having dreams of the past ... when I get some sleep lol:-) great emotive write - good luck in the contest:-) Hugs Jan xx 7 xx
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Date: 3/5/2015 12:24:00 PM
Emotive and expressive work..Reads like a winner for the contest.. Thanks for stopping by..Sara..The gradual loss of those who are older than us is depressing and grievous..
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Date: 3/5/2015 11:49:00 AM
Truth, beauty and innocence lay silently within such words as these, waiting to be released by the magic of a poet's pen. Your words took stage and treated the reader to a glimpse of your soul as your magic pen scratched paper and brought forth such thoughts. Very well written. Emile. #7+++++
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Date: 3/5/2015 9:47:00 AM
Constance do try here hon they just took 2 of mine and they are a nice group of women- this verse would certainly fit in there. melancholyhyperbole.com/guidelines/ Light & Love
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