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Amanda Womble Poem
I am growing to be humble
And it’s a downward journey
An act of submission
No wonder that prayer feels so right on your knees
I’m going inward
And it’s not me that I find
Instead I hear my grandmother
And if I listen deeper still
I can hear the first mother
Singing to her womb
Humbled by the gravity of what is growing
Inside
And when I hear her lullaby, calm and sweet
My entire being is hushed
Her voice resonates, caressing my spirit, leaving nothing
Untouched
I struggle to hear what she’s saying
As the world rushes by me
Then I realize
It’s only my name
Copyright © Amanda Womble | Year Posted 2007
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Amanda Womble Poem
I wanna befriend the shooting stars
They will take me on a roller coaster
Through the galaxy
Where I will dance with the moon
And let him sing me lullabies
Letting go with sweet bliss
I wanna sing along with the commits
As they sing a song of triumph and joy
I wanna listen to the stories of the stars
Of the past, of the future
They will tell me secrets that we will share
And hold for years to come
Then a fair well
And kisses goodbye
Back in my bed
Why?
Copyright © Amanda Womble | Year Posted 2009
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