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Rebecca Alderson Poem
Oh Harriet,
a treasured heart lost to time.
Such promise,
heralded for gifted child.
Tender age,
loves pull guided her astray.
No blame,
for who does not crave happiness.
Joyous moment,
glanced upon and short lived.
Her heart,
abandoned and broken.
Hope lost,
as lover moves on.
Solace desired,
but only lustful arms found.
With child,
in hiding she remains.
Sadness burdens,
with heart and mind overwhelmed.
Words dispatched,
her last affection declared.
Lonely morning,
she walks to the serpentine.
Tearful eyes,
she throws herself to the bitter waters.
Her story concluded,
with love and loss,
societies glaring eyes,
a treasured heart lost to time.
Copyright © Rebecca Alderson | Year Posted 2021
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Rebecca Alderson Poem
My father,
Who made me, and raised me,
He seeks no gratitude, yet is my unsung hero.
He demonstrated,
How a woman should be treated.
He provided,
Even though I showed no gratitude.
He comforted,
When I felt unwell.
He read,
When I could not sleep.
He made time,
After long hours working.
He taught,
The most important lessons.
He showed,
Places that inspired my passions.
But in all these things,
No words can do him justice,
My father.
Copyright © Rebecca Alderson | Year Posted 2021
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Rebecca Alderson Poem
Shadow cast, a tender moment brought forth.
The gift from Gaia, the old oak most beloved.
A presence below the hallowed branches.
She finds her peace in divine embrace.
Time to think, in this life momentous.
Slowing down, to cherish this moment.
Pen and paper, guided by heart and desire.
A treasured chance, to express in solitude.
A soft breeze, loans to fortuitous spirit.
The shade shifting, time moving, go with it.
Don’t think too much, blessings come free.
Intent comes first, and the words surely follow.
She writes, and inspiration bursts out.
It’s the simple creations, that fill in the void.
The page grows fast, a conception from the soul.
Alas, it is done, to a heartfelt completion.
Quietude for an instant, sit and look out.
In the coloured field, a glance can tell all.
She feels the magic, her heart most inspired.
An invisible embrace, healing transpired.
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Rebecca Alderson Poem
Those lonely times but you’re not alone.
Those moments absent of intimacy.
Open yourself up, let in a healing touch
And she will gladly hold you
Those painful words you dare not speak.
Those thoughts that drag you down.
Express yourself, let them be spoken,
And she will gladly hear you
Those feelings held deep inside.
Those bitter tears not shed.
Take down your barrier, let them run free,
And she will gladly feel you.
Her embrace awaits you, so go and be held.
Her soul is eager to listen, so go and be heard.
Her heart is open and caring, so go and be felt,
And she will love you even more.
Copyright © Rebecca Alderson | Year Posted 2021
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Rebecca Alderson Poem
There once lived a man, abhorrent and cruel,
With family he resided, high up on the moor.
He yet drew breath, a misfortune unbeknownst,
To those in his care, their fate soon manifest.
His wife had passed, through illness he claimed,
He sent his two eldest, to labour the land.
So he remained, with child daughter abode,
As his drinking grew more, and his purse ever lighter.
On one stormy night, in a drunken rage,
He took her life, for two shillings and six pence saved.
Bearing child in grasp, to a disused mine he tossed her remains,
And claimed to his neighbours, he had sent her away.
By sheer fortune and distrust, the vicar enquired,
And so it was known, the man had lied.
Reports of a distant light, on that stormy night came in,
Led a search to the mine, where lost child was found.
So the man had fled, but the law followed close behind,
Even across the vast channel, he could not evade his fate.
In chains he was brought back, to face his shameful crime,
And so he was despatched by rope, the hanging man.
Copyright © Rebecca Alderson | Year Posted 2021
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