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Theresa Edwards Poem
Looking Out My Bedroom Window
When I was young I dreamt of places to go.
I looked out my window.
I could swing or slide,
Or climb the Mimoso
How will I go?
I looked out my window.
I could walk or ride my bike,
Or take a limo.
Where will I go?
I looked out my window.
I could stay inside,
Or follow where the rivers flow.
Now I must go.
I looked out my window.
I will do as I like,
My dreams will follow.
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Thread, yarn, string, rope
What ties us to one another?
The thread of hope,
The yarn of differences,
The string of togetherness,
The rope of strength.
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Our baby girl, barefoot
Taking tiny steps-
A toddler
Stepping into daddy's shoes
A little girl
Tip-toeing in mommy's heels
A teen
Stepping in style
From tiny steps to stepping out
Walk in the pathway A young lady
of the Lord Stepping out on her own
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Thread becomes cloth;
Cloth is cut into pieces.
Pieces of the puzzle form a picture,
Remembering the past-
Tied to the present by a thread.
Grandma's dresses are cut into squares,
Sewn together, making a quilt,
Tied together by a thread.
I lie in bed, and look at the patches.
Each patch reflecting places in the heart,
Tied to cherished memories-
Tied together by a thread.
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He asked her father,
He said, "You may."
He asked her,
She said, "I will!"
To celebrate their engagement,
A party is given, a nice backyard party
With dancing and romancing.
The guest unaware,
Of the change in the air;
Veiled behind closed doors, a secret's revealed.
She tells her sisters, he tells his brothers.
"I'm getting married!Right now, tonight!
Quick, put these on---No time to rehearse."
The guest have seated for dinner to be served.
An announcement is made; dinner is delayed;
The couple is pleased that you are here,
They invited you here, for their wedding to share.
Surprise! You were invited to their engagement party,
but, this is the wedding ceremony, they planned from the start.
Please excuse any mishaps that you may see;
For they did not want to rehearse,
As life is not practiced, and this is their life;
Two become one; for better or worse.
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Back and forth
in a swing
from one old tire.
One old tire
becomes a two wheeler
up and down the street.
A two wheeler
becomes four on the floor
riding around town.
Four on the floor
becomes two wheels
on front of a walker.
A walker
becomes a wheelchair
up and down the halls.
A wheelchair
becomes a rocker
rocking back and forth.
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In naming who I am
It names my country,
Family, profession,
All that I am.
Dare I face threat of
Persecution, imprisoned
Torture or death,
When I profess who I am?
When my life
Is on the line
Nothing else matters,
But, who I am.
A badge of honor
Alien, stranger
Slave of Jesus Christ;
Called, I am a Christian.
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We can go anywhere,
As long as we know what bus to get on.
We can go to the fair,
Or we can go far, riding on and on.
Mommo made dresses for two,
They fit to a tea.
One for Linda Sue,
The other for Me.
We were six, almost seven.
Just the two of us,
At half past eleven,
We boarded the bus.
We dropped in our coins,
Took a seat by the door.
We road around town,
Then, safely returned to our front door.
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string on one end
kite and tail on the other
becomes a needle and thread
in a quilt of blue
darting in and out
through the tufts of white
tying earth to sky
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In life I need Dad
to push me forward.
Soon I come back,
Just like a swing
Dad tenderly pushes
Me forward-
I feel free.
Then, I swing back,
Safely, in Dad's arms
He pushes a little harder
I fly higher
and touch the leaves.
Then, I am back,
Safely, in Dad's arms.
He pushes again,
It's hard to go
Yet, I know.
I can come back;
Safe again, in Dad's arms.
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