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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Val�ry
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.  ~Carl Sandburg
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.  ~Thomas Gray
Poetry is not always words.  ~Audrey Foris
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.  ~Edgar Allan Poe

 

Dear Mama
2003-10-30 - 9:30 a.m.
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Dear Mama

Where has she gone, that innocent child

I used to know so well?

Is that really her I spy

Staring so sadly back at me?

Dear Mama,

This letter is for you

Older and wiser now I may be

But underneath it all, I still need you

Who is it, you ask, that I cry for?

When I cry enough for everyone~

Words alone are not enough

To convey just how I feel

Alone so many years now

Standing alone in my grief~

I have tried to show a glimpse of my pain

For others to understand,for me to learn to deal

If you could only see me now

To hold me and share in what I feel~

But..

Dear Mama

You are so very far

So very far away

I know I'll never see your face,

Hear your sweet laughter again

And it hurts, and I weep,and I long to be

Held in your arms once more.

Where has she gone, that sweed child I knew

She who whispered "I love you" in your ear

Buried deep beneath this rubble of woman

She that I can no longer hear~

Better and stronger now I may be

But no one will ever know

Who it is that looks back at me

That little girl you loved so~

raw || truth
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Past Memories:

2006-01-13 - Fear In My Skin
2006-01-10 - The Moon - Our Silent Audience
2005-12-14 - Promise
2005-12-11 - Pure Bliss
2005-08-31 - In This Grave