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Mary Yaws Poem
I care not
For the color of one's skin.
I care only
For what beauty is within.
I care for
The heart that makes the man.
I care for the person
Who does all he can.
I care for
The soul.
I care for the person
As a whole.
Copyright © Mary Yaws | Year Posted 2007
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Mary Yaws Poem
She sits by her window
dozing off and on.
Drool escapes from her mouth
she wipes when she's aware.
The birds they no longer sing
or she no longer hears.
Her once busy hands
now lay frozen in her lap.
She recalls the love of family and friends
whom no longer call.
This room which is now her home
feels more like a prison cell.
Three meals a day,
meds and bath
are only breaks in endless days.
At night when she's put to bed
she closes her eyes and prays.
Dear Lord, I'm tired and weak.
If it's your will please bring me home.
You know best.
Amen.
Copyright © Mary Yaws | Year Posted 2007
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Mary Yaws Poem
When the wind blows on an early Fall morning
And the coffee tastes just right
When a smile forms on my lips
And I've slept through the night
When the stars are all aligned
And my chemicals all balanced
When I drive home from work
And there's a song in my heart
When I feel my father at my side
And know my brother's free
When fear takes a backseat
And a voice within sees me through
When sadness overwhelms me
And the tunnel has grown dark
When hope seems only a word
And happiness a far off dream
When anger takes control
And destruction wants a part of me
When, at times the end seems near
And there's only weakness within...
I remember a voice
Onesingle voice
With three simple words
And outstretched arms
Beckoning me, to come in from the storm
And take refuge near her heart.
Copyright © Mary Yaws | Year Posted 2007
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