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I am old
This was something I was told
Imagine he could be so bold
Hiding behind his screen
04 Wednesday Aug 2021
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I am old
This was something I was told
Imagine he could be so bold
Hiding behind his screen
26 Friday Feb 2021
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How bittersweet the memories stay
Wasn’t I a child just yesterday?
Laughing in the yard, where I’d play
But the grass is no longer mine
Momma made this house her own
In turn this was the place I’d grown
Now these moments are mine alone
Kept tucked inside my heart, I pine
I try to focus, but I just stare
No pictures hang, the walls are bare
Each one removed with utmost care
Those empty hooks, left behind
I close the door, in my stomach, a pit
On those front steps, never again will I sit
I never thought I’d be so hard hit
Perhaps this was all by design, that
I find myself grown up, too fast
I want to go back, relive the past
But seems my future has been cast
So in my soul, this place, I enshrine
How I looked up to you with nothing but love
Now you watch over me from Heaven above.
I miss you so very much, Mom…
Authors Note – Today I close on my childhood home. It will be the last time I walk the hallways & smile at the memories, so I shall cry at the finale.
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08 Monday Feb 2021
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The pen is dry,
The ink, disappeared
The last line on the page
So imperfectly smeared
Clumsy fingers,
Gnarled and bent
No longer hold words
Forgotten lament
Countless hours wasted
All, for a couple of thoughts
Illegible, at best
Oh, but it was for naught
She poured her heart out
Every broken, shattered piece
The pain and anguish
Gave this child no release
Another place, perhaps
She may have found her way
But not in this realm of torture
She’d have to wait another day
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12 Friday Jun 2020
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in…since I’ve actually sat down in front of my computer, put my hands on the keyboard and written anything. Yes, there have been the occasional poems, but those are spur of the moment decisions, or long pondered ones which needed a voice. I am determined to get back on track, as soon as the rest of my life cooperates.
Looking forward to coming back full force, and back in my happy place.
Hope you are all well amid this Covid19 lock-down, and now civil unrest in the states. We need peace…we need love…we need each other…
Dorinda