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Patricia Nicholas Poem
Sleepless nights,constant fuss and fights.
Holding on to what’s left.
Always getting upset.
Tears today tears tomorrow.
Tears on my pillow,what next must follow?
I’m fading into a dark cloud.
Please drift me far, far away.
I don’t think I’m strong enough to stay.
Fight this battle of the heart?
GOD knows I hate to make a new start.
It’s easier to deal with what I’ve got.
Although lately does not seem to be worth a lot.
I can waste a few more years.
I mean…why not?
Probably it’ll get much better.
Because it can’t get much worst.
I’ve already given up my dreams.
Of being happy you see.
They say I’m stronger than I think I am.GOSH!I hate this!
Who am I fooling?
I can’t stand this Man!
LORD?
I am stronger, I know I am!Please help me to leave this man.
Copyright © Patricia Nicholas | Year Posted 2009
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Patricia Nicholas Poem
Little and cute braids in her hair.
I walk through the door,
and she's standing there.
In a walker and smiles so much.
She has the personality of
her father and grace of her mothers touch.
In a high chair she loves so much food.
Little and feisty, she's my chunky waamba a bit spoiled too much.
Both are much older now.
They've lost so much.
The touch of their father who they love and miss so much.
They've cried so many nights and have felt betrayed.
I would do anything to bring him back again.
I know he's seeing them now, their both all grown,
High school students and about to be on their own.
They're my nieces you see.
They just want things to go back to the way it use to be.
One aunt ever opened sore.
For when they're hurt,
It destroys me even more.
My love for these two girls is endless like time.
One wish I have is to unwind.
Give back to them the
father they've lost.
With tears in my eyes. I'll help them
succeed. As a single mom,
I know that a dad is all
they need. I've been there too,
He's alive... but, it's as though he's not here.
They’re my, Precious Gems.
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Patricia Nicholas Poem
The Beauty of life,
is not just falling in Love
buying a Home
or purchasing a new car.
Nor is it traveling,
hanging out with friends
or acquiring new experiences.
The Beauty of life,
all balls down to
being able to see God’s face
and thanking him for it all.
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Patricia Nicholas Poem
I just love the way he holds me after a long hard day at work.
He's thick, white and Built just right!
Ok, I might have a little Jungle Fever alright.
But,who are you to judge me?
No Brother can do what he can.
I'll be the first sister to say "That's right he's my Man!"
When I lay with him I feel so secured.
He hugs,warms,consoles and adores me.
When was the last time you rubbed your woman's back?
I thought so! It didn't cross your mind that,
this Handsome White Fella got Your Woman this time.
See with him I'm not afraid to let go.
With him I can be stripped of all my inhibitions.
With him I'm not ashamed.
Because he knows just what to do
And he does it over and over again.
He waits on me hand and foot.
Caresses ever part of my body, and watches me
While I look drift and sway in his love.
When the time is right,
he let's his warm, tantalizing stream flow all over my body.
Steady,flowing passionate Rub.
To Heck with Ya'll Brothers!I LOVE MY BATH TUB!
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Patricia Nicholas Poem
I can’t believe it’s over…
I can’t believe you left…
I can’t believe the years…
I can’t believe what’s left…
I can’t believe the memories…
I can’t believe the pain…
I can’t believe I don’t regret…
I can’t believe…I’d do it all over again.
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