Memory Charlotte Poems

I was a minister of the gospel, very happily living my life for the Lord,
Preaching the Word every Sunday, in the spirit of affinity and...

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Act 4.

Marat

Where do these tears come from? My makeup
is melting in the spotlight. She has gone.
Oh, how I wished to tell her… I did not.
I...

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I observe her from across the room, and I ask myself, is she real. Her long raven black hair falls softly across her shoulders. A...

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** This poem is in memory of Charlotte Bacon, one of the children who died in the Sandy Hook shooting. Charlotte loved pink and was...

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