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Joyce Cheeves-Whitney Poem
I am Human, Are You?
When I look back and try to remember where I came from,
When I stumble over where I am going,
When I tumble and fight to catch my balance,
I realize what I am seeking,
I find myself looking through the looking glass at me.
Who am I? Am I who I want to be?
Am I who you want me to be?
All these questions are answered in a series of minutes that compile the sum of our lives.
We are the persons we want to be, yet we are the persons others hope we will be, sometimes.
When did I decide to become an assertive person speaking my mind and sharing my thoughts asked or unasked?
When did I become opinionated yet understated?
I am a person of many dimensions and would have it no other way!
Within myself I am caring, sharing, loving, demanding,
embracing and manipulating.
I am a child of my parents and over the years have become both a parent and grandparent.
I have come to understand the fullness of relationships
with people who think like and unlike me.
I am a diversity of culture and an accepting participant in
this world, which needs tolerance.
I am loving with the lovable and the unlovable.
I am also party to the hatred of people who hate for reasons unknown.
I have been recipient and giver of cutting, acid words that touch the bone!
I am Human, Are You?
By Joyce Cheeves-Whitney
Copyright © Joyce Cheeves-Whitney | Year Posted 2015
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Joyce Cheeves-Whitney Poem
MyForever Love
You are my Love.
My Forever One.
To me there is no other
that satisfies my heart.
Though Life only affords
so few precious moments.
You are my Love,
My Forever One.
Copyright © Joyce Cheeves-Whitney | Year Posted 2015
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Joyce Cheeves-Whitney Poem
The Lady in the Mirroe
As I spy the Lady in the Mirror,
I wonder what is on her mind.
Is she doubting her femininty?
Is she glaring at her deficiences?
Is she startled by her versatility?
We'll never know.
Because she'll never talk.
Copyright © Joyce Cheeves-Whitney | Year Posted 2015
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Joyce Cheeves-Whitney Poem
I wil Set You Free
I will set you free,
like a bird in the skies.
Even though tears flood my eyes.
I will set you free.
I wil love you still,
though your pictures will fade,
though my heart is pierced with a blade,
I will love you still.
More than Silver
More than Gold
More than precious thoughts
I will set you free.
Copyright © Joyce Cheeves-Whitney | Year Posted 2015
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