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Renee Trimble Poem
UNWANTED
This is For those that have ever felt unwanted or unloved:
I was unwanted but yet I was chosen
I was unloved but I learned how to love
I was hurt but yet someone healed me
I was lost but yet I was found
I was forgotten but God remembered
I was beat down but restored ‘ner the lest
I was ashamed but learned how to live free
I was guilty but learned how to forgive
During my darkest hour I was never forgotten
For even alone I had the best company
I have learned during my treacherous journey
Whom the Son has set free is free indeed
Renee Trimble
December 2015
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The Trees spoke quietly to me today
They said there's a great storm headed your way
I went to the wise old owl to ask about this
For I was afraid of all I might miss
He shook his head and grandly spread his wings
but not before saying, "My child, look to your dreams"
He said to lay my head on a dark, stone, cold rock
And dream my dreams that will help me unlock
Dream dreams of opportunities just for the taking
After that you will feel a great earth shaking
Things had to change and now it was up to me
But there was one more that I needed to see
I went to Word Rock my Cherokee child
For my dream was haunting and not very mild
Don't be afraid of the storm that comes your way
For the great spirit showed me; there will be no dismay
I'll speak to the storm, the wind and the rain
But it's all up to you and your Indian name
Use your strength and your mind to make sense of it all
Leave the past behind and you will not fall!
Go forth, Word Rock, go forth!
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A tribute to my 11-year-old Weimaraner
Slowing Losing Grey
I know the way that his soft fur smells
Living without him will be nothing short of pure hell
He’s been a blessing for 11 short years
Soon there will be no end to all my tears
They tell me over the rainbow good dogs go
This gives me very little rest for my broken soul
Losing this unconditional absolute dear
Fills me with sadness, dread and fear
I nuzzle beside him at closely at night
I’m comforted once again by his breath at light
My heart is preparing for a great big break
But know that this is one that I won’t shake
I hold him once again and softly and sweetly croon
Dear Grey boy, Mommy loves you over the moon
Renee Trimble
December 2016
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Written to my Cherokee mother:
Meadow Lark's voice is so soft and so sweet
She's a Cherokee woman and won't accept defeat
At Meadow Lark's voice the birds will listen still
As her gentle voice carries around and over the hills
She cares for all creatures both human and beast
Meadow Lark's voice is so soft and so sweet
Meadow Lark's voice is so soft and so sweet
As she hurries along and does her good deeds
She makes Indian medicine for all the new borns
And everyone states that she inherited her charms
She's a spiritual healer to all both great and small
She gives them faith to be brave and help to stand tall
She whispers in ears of battles soon to be fought
and reminds them that they should not accept loss
Meadow Lark's voice is soft and so sweet
But listen closely and don't be deceived
For this voice is so strong even the wind will say
Listen to her and you will know how to be brave
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TO MY GRANDMOTHER NANNIE
Nannie I love you and I miss you more than you know
Not one day goes by that I don’t miss your warm glow
When we’ve been rejoined for 10 million years
Only then will I be able to stop all these tears
If only you could hold me like you used to
I know my life would be different, peaceful and not blue
The last time you held me, you hugged me tight
I told you I had to go, but I would be alright
Then, You died when I was only 16 years old
My heart was torn out and the world became cold
Where is my grandmother, my heart, my only safe place?
She’s now with me child, she’s resting and this is your fate
Please, grandmother can you hear me crying for you
I am desperate, I’m alone, do you need me too?
Nannie, I can’t wait to join you at heaven’s gate
Please be there and don’t forget to save that date
Nannie I wish you were here to give me your sage advice
My life’s in a turmoil, mind confused, and it hasn’t been nice.
Renee Therrell Trimble
Written around 2005
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An old woman is living in my house today.
I did everything to make her go away...I conjoled and begged but to my dismay, this old woman is still living in my house today.
I colored her hair and painted her face, I gave her a girdle all covered with lace, I thought surely she would go away, but still the old woman is living in my house today.
An Old Woman is living in my house today, her wrinkles still shows signs of glamour and grace but she looks battered, worn and tired in her face..this old woman who is living in my house today.
An old woman is living in my house today, with only memories left of days gone by, and children voices that still sound real, she tucks them in her heart...while looking at pictures helping memories to start...An Old woman is living in my house today.
An old woman is living in my house today. I am ready for her to go away, but she is just not ready to leave just yet. This old woman who is living in my house today.
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