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Dawn Street Poem
Christmas Day
What did I want that Christmas Day?
A package with a ribbon gay?
Clothes to wear?
Time to share?
Only one thing did I ask of thee.
Only one gift under my tree.
That gift, my love,
That gift was thee.
What did I get that Christmas Day?
A package with some ribbons gay.
New clothes to wear,
No time to share.
The one thing my heart desired.
The one thing that I required.
That gift, my love,
Thy love denied.
Another Christmas came and went
And with it my patience spent,
The clothes I packed,
The gifts I sacked.
The New Year found me far away,
Never to spend a Christmas Day
With you, my love,
No time to stay.
This Christmas shall be like the rest.
The gift that desired the best,
Again denied.
Again withheld.
A husband’s love that went astray
Will ne’er return on a Christmas Day.
He is my love,
Far, far away.
Copyright © Dawn Street | Year Posted 2013
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Dawn Street Poem
Mountaintops
Mountaintops –
Barren rocks,
Scrubby brush,
Nothing grows there.
Valley view –
From mountaintop,
Lush, green growth,
Teeming life.
People can’t grow on a mountaintop.
We grow in the valleys of life.
People can’t stay on a mountaintop.
We return to toil and to strife.
Copyright © Dawn Street | Year Posted 2013
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Dawn Street Poem
I look in my mirror
And what do I see?
My mother's eyes
Smile back at me.
The same wrinkles
That cross her brow
Are reflected back
At me, somehow.
I look at my hands.
They appear to be hers,
Preparing the meals
And crimping the curls.
i open my mouth,
A voice comes out.
It's Mother's voice
Without a doubt.
When did it happen?
When did it occur?
When did I cease to be me
And start to be her?
Copyright © Dawn Street | Year Posted 2013
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Dawn Street Poem
There is an open wound
That only time can heal.
There are old memories
That time can never seal.
There is an emptiness
That only time can fill.
There is a beloved voice
That time can never still.
There is a broken heart
That only love can mend.
There is an iron will
That only love can bend.
There is a hungry heart
That love alone can fill.
There is a storm tossed life
That love alone can still.
Copyright © Dawn Street | Year Posted 2013
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Raindrops on my window,
Melt away the frost.
Teardrops on my pillow,
Melt away my loss.
Ice on a window melts,
Showing skies of blue.
Ice of a heartbreak melts,
Giving clearer view.
Copyright © Dawn Street | Year Posted 2013
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