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Theresa Walker-Keegan Poem
There is this place so deep within.
A box so fragile and thin.
As the days grow long, and I feel old.
I visit my box of memories untold.
Of other places, and other times.
When I was in love and life was fine.
Memories of my first kiss.
And would I ever feel like this.
When I lost my first love and had a broken heart.
Would I be able to recover to again start?
My children being born and the love in my eyes.
Knowing that I had brought into the world such a wonderful life.
Only the good memories are kept deep inside my secret box.
I won't let the bad in I keep it locked.
My special wedding day when I married my soul mate.
And I knew that their was more to love than just hate.
The look in our adoptive baby girls eyes.
When I held her for the first time.
So as I grow older and I grow weak.
I just have to open my secret box, and take a peek.
That takes me back to a place in time.
To memories that have kept me from going out of my mind.
Copyright © Theresa Walker-Keegan | Year Posted 2007
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Theresa Walker-Keegan Poem
I tied a yellow ribbon for you today.
You are so far away.
The days come and go without end,
I can't wait for you to come home again.
When you were born on that December Day.
I prayed to God to never take you away.
A tear rolled down my cheek,
as I looked into your beautilful eyes.
Knowing that one day you might have to go
war, too save all our lives.
And now the future has come true,
As I sit here and write to you.
Iraq is where you are at,
out in the desert in the heat,
sweaty and wearing a big back pack.
You never complain or regret,
the sacrifices that you have made,
or the time you have spent.
Making sure that when I go to bed at night,
I can wake up and see freedom's light.
I know there our Angels because God sent you too me.
I thank you so much, for loving me and your country so much.
To protect and fight for Liberty.
As I sit on my front porch and pray,
I look at the yellow ribbons with a sense of pride.
Thanking God again for the day that you came into my life.
So know Son that the yellow ribbons will not come down,
until your safe and back on USA ground.
Copyright © Theresa Walker-Keegan | Year Posted 2006
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Theresa Walker-Keegan Poem
I had a dream one night of a beautilful
baby girl with big brown eyes.
Unable to bear child
I was filled with great joy and surprise.
I was holding her so very near,
I could not figure out why I was here.
She was looking into my eyes, with such innocence and love.
I knew that God was sending me a message from above.
When I awoke with such dismay,
I thought, Oh no, no way.
But almost one year to the day,
of that wierd and wonderful dream.
I am holding a beautiful baby girl with big brown eyes looking at me.
I now know that dreams do come true,
Because God wanted me to be with you.
You may not have been born of my womb.
But God wanted me to be a mother to you.
Copyright © Theresa Walker-Keegan | Year Posted 2006
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Theresa Walker-Keegan Poem
When I look into a mirror
all I can see is pain and suffering.
A mirror is supposed to make you feel
beautiful and pretty.
But all I can see is you standing behind me,
making me look and only see the ugly.
I feel your breath on my neck,
as you slap and beat my head.
For 23 years I endured this pain
brainwashed day by day.
When I see a mirror I want to break it in a million pieces
Hoping that somehow that will fix it.
My inner self cries out with pain
just hoping that someday you will go away.
I know that these times are just a memory,
But my brain says no it is reality.
I hope that one day I will be able,
to look into a mirror and not be labeled.
To be able to see the beauty inside and out
That everyone keeps telling me about
Copyright © Theresa Walker-Keegan | Year Posted 2006
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