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Christy Mercer Poem
The Battlefield
My body was the battlefield that bore the scars of life,
stretch marks, bruises, aches and pains, even taken to the knife.
Battle scars will fade, but never go away, the pain it took to make
those scars, live with me every day.
The kids are growing fast and will be gone before I blink,
The laughs, the tears and family fights will be the best memories
I think.
When they are gone, thier praises I will continue to sing,
They are my life, my love, my happiness,
They are.......my everything.
A little poem I wrote to show that some battle scars are worth it.
Copyright © Christy Mercer | Year Posted 2011
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Christy Mercer Poem
A WIFE'S SORROW
Your words are like knives
That cut through my skin.
My head down in shame
Hiding the tears within.
I tried to hide my mistake
You were never meant to know.
How did you find out?
I made no outward show.
That affair meant nothing
It only happened once!
I admit it was stupid,
I acted like a dunce.
How can I fix this?
I want to make it right.
No please! No don't!
I'm out, in the cold dark night.
My marriage is over.
He didn't give me a chance.
Through the window I saw him,
One last look. One last glance.
Copyright © Christy Mercer | Year Posted 2011
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CHILD OF MINE
I heard your first cries,
Saw your tiny feet
and big bright eyes.
I held you in my arms,
So tiny and frail.
Kissing your forehead and
Cherishing your smell.
Before I knew it you
Were on your feet,
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter,
A sound so sweet.
School rolled around and
You were ready to go.
New clothes, new shoes
And book bag in tow.
When you were ten,
You broke your first bone.
Your leg in a cast, all
Laid up at home.
The teenage years flew by,
Driving and your very first crush.
Slow down sweetheart,
The best parts you just can't rush.
The time had come,
College years were here.
You made it your best
But not without fear.
Now you're grown, gone and on your own,
Trying to find your way.
When I think back on your young life,
I always go back to your very first day.
Copyright © Christy Mercer | Year Posted 2011
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