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Carole Eaton Poem
A baby born, precious and sweet
a little girl, to make my life complete
and, you grow.
Into a toddler, on the run
with wiggles and giggles and lots of fun
and, you grow.
Into a child with eyes of blue,
golden hair, and attitude
and, you grow.
Into a young lady, beautiful to see
growing into, the woman you'll be
and, you grow.
Into a woman, but, that's not the end
you're not only my daughter, you are my friend
and, we grow.
Copyright © Carole Eaton | Year Posted 2006
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Carole Eaton Poem
Angel on my shoulder
has been there from my birth
he's always there beside me
he knows what I am worth.
Angel on my shoulder
picks me up should I fall
his love is never ending
he's strong and ten feet tall.
Angel on my shoulder
has always been my guide
he's there when I'm happy
he's held me when I've cried.
Angel on my shoulder
will hold me when I've passed
he'll take me by my hand
to heavens home at last.
Angel on my shoulder
will announce me at Gods throne
then his job is over
for I will be truly home.
Copyright © Carole Eaton | Year Posted 2006
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Carole Eaton Poem
Up at five everyday
off to work,
instead of play.
The day begins
with a cup of tea
and the morning news on TV.
Say goodbye
to your family
head on out to the factory.
You punch the clock
the whistle blows,
you wonder how your day will go.
It creeps by slowly,
can't wait till three
to go on home from the factory.
Week after week, the same old routine
the years go quickly
along with your dreams.
You long to retire
so you will be free
from the daily drudgery of the factory.
Copyright © Carole Eaton | Year Posted 2006
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Carole Eaton Poem
We lay here quiet in the night
embraced in loves sweet yearning,
your body's a poem, a sonnet for me
or lips a sensuous burning.
You touch me, I feel the flames of delight
grow wild and uncontrolled
the passion flys high, and I'm lost in it's flight
it explodes, then you hold me.
We lay their quiet for a little while
just touching with fingertips
and love flows from us exquisitely
I feel the warmth of your body, your lips.
Copyright © Carole Eaton | Year Posted 2006
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