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To Audrey

The waves that hit upon these golden shores Are a welcome and powerful roar The water washes my sins so pure And I sit here, my mind an open door A person is no more than this A mind in it's own abyss Locked in a suit of bliss When the water whisks Hearts so full of hate Will always debate When you concentrate On a simple plate People come and go Threaten what you know And strike hateful blows Leaving scars that don't show My child how I wish That things weren't like this They will tear away your wits And try to create rifts We wrote you into our arms We'll keep you from harm Even after our last alarm Our good luck charm A promise we carry forever We won't forget it, ever As you find your leisure We will give without measure Always remember this place Your smile and your grace You have time for mistakes A slip is not a final grave

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 10/3/2018 9:43:00 AM
This is sage advice, your child is lucky indeed!
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Matthew Morton
Date: 10/3/2018 11:38:00 AM
Thank you! I appreciate the kind words
Date: 10/1/2018 7:46:00 AM
Welcome to PS Matthew, trust you're enjoying it here. This is such a superbly penned piece, with great rhyme and flow. Have a blessed day, Gordon
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Date: 10/3/2018 11:38:00 AM
Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it!