Childhood Growth Poems

Even as a child, how I used to enjoy
A simple stroll through the woods 
When innocent instincts ruled my heart
And ran after every call from...

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Resentment builds where grass won't grow,
Where birds don't fly and bugs don't go,
Nothing can ever be sowed,
And water rises and flows and flows.
The roots have...

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Phantom feelings...
stinging prickly reminders
that missing attachments
were parts of real healing.

Painful loss replays
trauma bond tricks and treats. 
Days of death danced a two-step
with hot held hope
Two...

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I'm grateful for this moment in time
I'm grateful for my wife
her unconditional love, and beautiful mind
I'm grateful for my happy mood
healthy, cool bright
child who
gives me...

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Old Boy

In the valley
Of my soul
Lives a boy
Who never grows old

The kid’s a keeper
Of my regrets
He holds the key
To all my secrets

He opens the book
Of...

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Here and now I must go
Into my unknown
Where the life I need waits
47 years to the day
This heart is old
These feet are tired
This soul been...

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The youngest little girl running
Toward entirely new beginning....

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Moss
wild green 
top soil hue 
in garden shade
sprouts 

Lawn
feast of
mint colour 
lifts spirit each
day

Grass
tilts in
spicy gust
one’s nose a spring
host

Scenes
abound 
when children
dance on trim lush 
patch...

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Back then,
backyards were big enough
to nurture a growing soul
and provide a space
for the earth to play out
its seasons in full rehearsal.
There were wide tracks 
of...

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Upon life's stage where shadows weave their play,
A fleeting waltz where mortals find their way.
In heedless youth, with innocence bedight,
The heart's true freedom, by time,...

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Growing up I was small 
I constantly hit the wall 
I tried to be the best I could 
And always felt misunderstood 
I felt so...

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Not so many years ago,
In the mirror, my reflection would show…
Gentle eyes, a giggling smile,
Ivory skin that looked pudgy and smooth,
Like the subtle whisper of...

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“To live in hearts 
we leave behind 
is not to die.” 
Thomas Campbell 

If I could colour grey clouds of grief
I wrap them in sky's...

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Life starts at birth, 
then it begins to unfold. 
As time passes, 
the world shows it's face. 
When we think of birth, 
we often think of a new born baby. 
Life...

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Don’t you see the skip of my jolly heels,
skipping about the globe while planting stars?
Ask then from mother earth what joy she feels
When my rubber...

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