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Patricia Murphy-Fyfe Poem
The Duchess of Bermuda
was on her silken bed
trying to pull through a needle
some lovely golden thread.
The needle pricked her finger.
She fainted to the floor.
The noise it was so loud
the servants came running to her door.
When she wouldn’t answer,
they all became upset.
Someone stepped on her puppy.
Now they had to call the vet!
The vet was out to dinner
things were going quite insane
the puppy continued yelping
because he was in pain
The Duchess she came too,
and opened up the door.
She stared at her little puppy
who was yelping on the floor.
The puppy stopped his yelping.
The servants were dismayed.
The Duchess gave them all a smile
and sent them on their way.
Copyright © Patricia Murphy-Fyfe | Year Posted 2005
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Patricia Murphy-Fyfe Poem
Dear child. Quiet child.
You sit there on the couch
your little feet tucked under you
your thumb stuck in your mouth
What goes on in your head?
What do you think about?
Occasionally you say a word
one word, and that’s okay.
I know you’re smart
I know you’re bright
and, oh, I love you so!
But when you’re caught
in that place you go
overwhelmed with such frustration
I hate to see you so upset
and it just breaks my heart!
I wish I could make it all go away
that your life could be easier
that you were able to say
the words that you need
to express how you feel
But there’s no magic potion
there’s no charm or spell
just us, my sweet child
and even though you’re only three
you and I have a deal
that no matter how hard
or frustrating life can be
I will always love you
and you
will always love me
Copyright © Patricia Murphy-Fyfe | Year Posted 2005
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Patricia Murphy-Fyfe Poem
So lost for words when trying to talk
emotions get in the way
nervous and intimidated
heart is pounding in my ears
sounds so loud, but no one else hears
hands are sweaty
throat is dry
try to swallow, but there’s nothing there
certain that I look
like a frightened rabbit
cowering under a bush
hiding from a pack of wild dogs
praying that they overlook me
and I’ll live, yet, another day
free to go about my business
quietly
conveying my thoughts through speech
is not my forte
it’s so difficult to share my true feelings
with those who need to hear or with those I care about
So I sit here with my dictionary
finding the right words to say
writing out my feelings in poetry
hoping that it’s not
all for naught
Copyright © Patricia Murphy-Fyfe | Year Posted 2005
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