Short Hand Crafted Poems

Browsing through families memories, 
That we can never know. 
Amoung the Heirlooms meant to be, 
Decendents, now no more. 
A cherished piece of crystal, 
or china fine and rare.
Hand crafted mirrored Dresser, 
or velvet Queen Ann chair.
Memories of lives and families. 
The sum of them no more. 
Stored away as aging Relics, 
In this little Antique store....

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Her lips are purple with words
that crown and not demean;

Her mind is laced with golden threads of 
thoughts seamed into rational words;
on them are actions like embroideries,
hand crafted by wits above sweaty brows,
by wisdom above hard labour.

Her purple lips is beyond the shade of a purple lipstick 
Smudged on her lips while she gazed at reflection in a mirror,
But it is a shade of her femininity beyond just being pretty....

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