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A Love Story

There was a young woman, a young mother,
Who loved her daughter more than words can say,
As she fell ill and weary,
God gently called her home
   and she answered.
And her daughter did not understand,
And her mother said to her,
“I will hold you in my hands from heaven
   and love you every minute of every day
      for all the days of your life.”

There was another woman, another mother,
Who loved her daughter just the same,
As she grew old and tired,
God gently called her home
   and she heard.
And her daughter could only ask why,
And her mother said to her,
“I will hold you in my hands from heaven
   and love you every minute of every day
      for all the days of your life.”

There were two daughters, two cousins,
Who loved each other very much,
Who missed their mothers greatly
   and mourned their poignant loss.
So they gave each other strength
   and found comfort making memories,
They vowed to live their lives as sisters
   and held each other dear,
“We will love each other every hour of every day
   for the rest of our lives.”

Now the two women, the two mothers,
Held each other close and rejoiced
   in the daughters they gave life to,
And spoke silently to their children on earth.
“Do not spend your lives grieving
   but live them happily and freely,
For we hold you forever in our hearts
   and love you for all eternity,
As we wait patiently in heaven
   for you to return safely home to us.”

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Gone From Me

My arms can’t reach far enough to hold you,
My eyes can’t see through the divide between us,
All the clichés they said turned out to be true,
You’ve gone from flesh and blood to dust from dust,

I couldn’t bring myself to say goodbye,
Or face the fact that you were leaving,
Holding back the truth denied,
That my breaking heart would soon be grieving,

I never gazed knowingly into your eyes,
To comfort you when the end was near,
I left you on your own to ask why,
To confront your loss and pain and fear,

I didn’t take the chance to say I love you,
For the very last time,
Yet I knew if only for a little while,
Would you still be mine,

I’m sorry for every little thing,
I ever said or did to hurt you,
For all the kindness life can bring,
There’s cruelty too late to undo,

Now I mourn your death,
I mourn my loss,
For all the times that will never be,
Forever you are gone from me.

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Pink Roses

Her world is wondrous,

Her heart blessed with grace,

There are no boundaries
	to her courage
		and faith

Transcends her -

She knows
	she is
		loved.

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Demon In Disguise

He is a rose (one of a kind),
A rare and natural beauty
	not withered by time,
He is a thorn
	that pierces her pride,
While he holds many others
	she is the shadow by his side,
He makes her bleed,
	leaving nowhere to hide,
He rules her with an iron fist
	this man who shines,

She is a song (he plays in spite),
The melody off key,
	the words not quite right,
He is a prize
	many fight to win,
His public will never know
	how much she fears him,
He threatens her being,
	her free will he binds,
He strips her sense of self,
	by his values she is defined,

He is a portrait (a work of art),
A priceless masterpiece
	others hold close in their hearts,
He is a man
	they know little of,
He doesn’t reveal himself to them
	but to her he does,
He cuts her down,
	to her pain he is blind,
She is but a possession to him,
	this demon in disguise.

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I'Ll Never Be a Poet

You're very talented
one of the best
very few could reach your heights
me I just ramble on
‘bout my feelings and my thoughts.
I thought that’s what poetry was
but I see that I was wrong
you’ve set me straight
and your friends agree
that I will never be a poet.
Whether in verse or rhyme
no, I’ll never be a poet
at least not in your league
but we’ll carry on just the same
my thoughts my feelings and me.

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Phantoms

I watch the candle burning down
                                         to the final ash
                               flickering in the dead of night
                              enticing me into its silent dance,
                                   melting . . . melting . . .
                                            I fall prey
                             to the phantoms of the dying flame,
                               the shadow of a child passes on
                          to the ghost of a woman bound in chains
                        innocence relinquished to scorched remains.

                              and so former lives of a spirit mourn
                                     the decimation of the soul
                                     as the heart seeks refuge
                                       in the eye of the storm,
                                        falling . . . falling . . .
                                            far from grace
                              to the phantoms of a life untamed,
                           fleeing the wrath of a condemned fate
                             where a wide-eyed child went astray
                                a ravaged woman walks in vain.

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Souvenirs

Among the souvenirs
	I treaded,
Through memory spun cobwebs
	and wicked repartee,
Surrounded by remnants
	of the past,
Never once remembering.

Overwhelmed
	by lingering soul prints,
	my sighs erased the dust,
Beneath a coat of armor
	I found a heart
	embedded in rust,
I started to remember . . .
	some things are better left
Untouched.

Through the stained brash mirror
	I saw no one
	stare back,
There was no tangible evidence
	of any former being,
Only the essence had remained,
	all the while
Remembering . . .

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Matter

it’s all a matter of choice they say,
it’s all a matter of time,
it’s just a matter of what you want,
that depends on what you find,

it’s all a matter of mind they say,
considering how you think,
it’s all a matter of what you need,
it’s all just a matter of breathing,

it’s all a matter of choice again,
it’s all a matter of fate,
it’s a matter of what you settle for,
it’s a matter of hurry or wait,

it’s all a matter of fact they say,
depending on what you believe,
it’s a matter of being caught up in myself,
it’s all a matter of me,

it’s all a matter of atoms and molecules
and other things i don’t understand,
nothing ever ends they say,
i could go on forever i can,

it’s all a matter of thought, i think
it’s all a matter of being
in love and life and my constant chatter
about blah, blah, blah and what really does matter,

Everything . . .

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A Final Sunset

They strangled him with family ties,
They tried to get his sympathy
by making fictitious promises and loving lies,
They treated him as if he was their possession,
They gave him everything you can think of
except trust, respect and love,
They tried to turn him into someone
they wanted him to be,

The sun went down over a dark lonely tomb,
Leaving unsown roses never to bloom,
He paid all their debts with a premature sunset,

They belittled him
until he couldn’t take any more,
They compared him to his friends
until he was hopelessly forlorn,
His torment didn’t end
until they found out he had died,
Not by illness or accident,
- by but suicide,

The sun went down upon a cold restless grave,
So beware your cruel and harsh ways,
For the only thing you’ll get is one final sunset.

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Conundrum

Each person I love
  owns a piece of my heart,
Is that why then,
  it is broken
In so many different places?

Is it vastly crumbled about,
  or simply divided among those
Who have touched me,
  who have left me
With the joy of knowing them?

And where is he whose heart I seek,
Has he come and gone
  without my knowing,
Or perhaps waiting
  yet to be found?

So does this all mean
  that when my heart aches,
Or breaks	Or shatters,
  it is not doing so in pain
    or grief
      or sorrow,

But
    with
      love?