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Rebecca Davis Poem
The sweet smell of babyskin and Ivory soap
waft up from my nightie.Feel the warm red
dirt of June underneath my tiny toes,who
knows what the night holds.Watching the
sun go down with anticipation,as my mother
gives little hands a jar with elation.
I will capture many a firefly,those
wonderful little gems in the dark sky.
Honeysuckle smell all around,as the warm
June breeze makes a low sound.These
memories sustain me,the wonders of
a magical night could be.
Childhood dreams of long ago,bring a
gentle smile to my lips,as i recall all
the gems i put in my jar.
Copyright © Rebecca Davis | Year Posted 2006
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Rebecca Davis Poem
As I sit on a hardened curb I search for meaning to my life.
Almost killed by a shadows will,putting an end to my struggle.
I sit and ponder will my soul ever recover.
I see an image of my former self,put together
in pieces and blur.Is it just a dream of fleeting
thoughts yet unseen?
I look again and I see the sun going down my friend
with water in my eyes.Why has God left me abandoned
and cold,not yet that old.Another sunset on my street,
as teardrops pool beneath my feet.
Out of the blue,I hear the e gentlest whisper I ever knew.
It's saying in a warm caress"When your'e at your worst,I
am at my best.
Copyright © Rebecca Davis | Year Posted 2006
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Rebecca Davis Poem
Who was I to know,that summer on my roof, inhaling plants of unknown roots.
These things would take me on a journey many do not wish too see.
Escape was always the plan,crutches carrying me for life.they say
however my spirit always prays.For as long as I will too open my eyes,to see
the sunsets on many plains,they're still is life and hope inside of me.
The concrete oasis in the asphalt,shows a dandelion of sunray,so I do stay
my sunsets on Almseda St. never sways.
Copyright © Rebecca Davis | Year Posted 2006
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