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Debra Hanna Poem
Our lives, once intertwined like a chain
now the links are being removed, one by one
Soon, no one will know we were once together,
never to be joined again.
Copyright © Debra Hanna | Year Posted 2023
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Debra Hanna Poem
A fatherless boy with a motherless son, wrote stories of nature to please everyone.
Stories from the meadow, stories from the sea, native son of Sandwich, we come to honor thee.
Five generations, of his family tree, native son of Sandwich, we come to honor thee.
Copyright © Debra Hanna | Year Posted 2024
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Debra Hanna Poem
Who are you at 72
Still a kid at heart,
Always hopeful, glass half full
Family falling apart.
Politics, wrecked relationships
Breaking ties that bind.
How can we mend our souls
When others are unkind.
Now I need to hide myself
from all the hurt outside,
Find my way, from this day
and heal the wounds inside.
Copyright © Debra Hanna | Year Posted 2024
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Christmas lights are hung
Shopping has begun, sales on
Rush the holidays
Copyright © Debra Hanna | Year Posted 2023
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Debra Hanna Poem
Sea Jewels
There is treasure in the ocean
There is treasure on the beach
If you look then you will find it
It lies within your reach
Bits of glass along the shoreline
Bits of glass mixed in with sand
Be careful when you touch it
So it doesn't cut your hand
Clear and brown are easy
Pink and blue are hard
Colors of the rainbow
Found in our backyard
Jewels from the ocean
Jewels left by the shore
Jewels are for the finding
Jewels not from the store
Look hard and you will find some
Next time you're at the beach
Sea Jewels are there waiting
Right within your reach
Copyright © Debra Hanna | Year Posted 2023
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Snowflakes are falling through the night
Making a blanket soft and white
Finding white pattern on the ground
It's a white Christmas all around
Copyright © Debra Hanna | Year Posted 2023
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I see the death, I feel the pain, I hear the laughter, I soothe the brow, I smell the flowers, I taste the blood.
I pray to end the suffering, I ache to see them die, A little bit goes with them of me each time they cry.
Why should they keep going? What makes them go on?
All the little children, who have suffered for so long.
Copyright © Debra Hanna | Year Posted 2024
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Debra Hanna Poem
My thoughts fly be me
Like butterflies on the wing
A most troubling thing
Copyright © Debra Hanna | Year Posted 2024
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Debra Hanna Poem
Oh what do I see?
Symmetry on my tree
Ornaments get the best of me
Do you think this is OCD?
Copyright © Debra Hanna | Year Posted 2023
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Debra Hanna Poem
It's Father's Day today
A beautiful blue jay flew my way
It's my dad, telling me he's okay
PEACE <3
Copyright © Debra Hanna | Year Posted 2024
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