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Susan Wilkins Poem
Ten little fingers
Ten little toes
Chubby little checks
And a rosey red nose
Seems like only yesterday
But twenty years have passed
My baby has grown up
And it went by too fast
My little boy
Now a grown man
A soldier, and a husband
None the less a great man
Bravery and hero
Are words that come to mindScars and bruises
Memories never far behind
You couldnt have learned any better
Than to do it on your own
Lifes little lessons
Has helped make you strong
It has been documented
And has been declared
That you have a heart of gold
And purple, a medal, to wear
I couldnt have asked for any any better
When God gave you to me
The most treasured and precious gift
I could have ever received
To watch you grow
From a child to a man
I just hope you know
I did have a plan
Ypu followed my hopes
Right down to a "t"
You are everything
I had hoped you would be
To be your mother
And to have been your friend
Has made my life worth living
All the way to the end.
Copyright © Susan Wilkins | Year Posted 2009
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Susan Wilkins Poem
I looked into a mirror
To see what I would see
Only to find that there is nothing there
Nothing looking back at me
No mischievous smile
No sparkle in my eye
No glowing complexion
To show that Iam alive
I sat and I wondered
I thought and pondered
Was there is there
Something wrong with me
I smiled when I was happy
I smiled when I was sad
Just to make others around me
Not to feel so bad
The emptiness in the mirror
I reached out to see
Maybe I could feel something
Instead of not seeing me
It is a darkness
That cant be described
When even yourself
Your own looks you have denied.
Copyright © Susan Wilkins | Year Posted 2009
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The ones you are around daily
You would want to say they're your friends
Could you imagine when you find out differently
At how the worldalmost comes to an end
You know them immensely
The know you inside and out
They are there for you with no doubt
Its not the kind you want there
The ones that grin when you fall
They cant wait to tell someone
When your not standing so tall
You never know who's listening
And you never know who's around
Be careful what you say
Before they bury you in the ground
You may be holier than thou
Or have more money than me
That doesnt give you the right
To make fun of me
I will not judge you
For that isnt my job
Just cause you go to church
Doesnt make you a man of God
Copyright © Susan Wilkins | Year Posted 2009
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