mean grandpa story
I was skipping stones in the Clackamas River and grandpa told me this story. Once there was a stone. She lived just about where you are standing. She lived here for millions of years and witnessed many interesting things. then one day a b
the youngster
it speaks for itself.........
Saturday Club
A glance back at more innocent times and the child still within.
opera # 2
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The Covid Child.
It must be very difficult for children to make sense of Covid.
Bittersweet
I count each precious baby kiss And store them deep inside For future reference When kisses may not come so easily From growing lips. I see you standing there, Small, yet tall and proud In new school clothes And my heart catches in my throat.
Resuscitating the real me
Slowly but surely you faded You sucked away my vanity Replaced it with insanity Low self-esteem could have been the death of me No self-confidence, always felt unworthy Knock off version of Barbie unoriginal beyond any doubt Black short and fa
Kids food
We've all had one a childhood Then we get older and have our own I guess we will never learn to leave well enough alone
Beautiful girl, perfect girl
This poem is close to me please comment with true feelings about it if u'd like ta x Lorii xxxx
Watching Nora Grow
We sit together on the bench, watching Nora play "Look! Look at me!" she cries Her little red head bounces and darts to and 'fro She picks up a leaf, a stone, a dandelion, Rushes up to us now and again, revealing her treasures Small in stature,
1970.........elo's challenge
i have very fond memories of my sis and i ............she was the leader only because she was 3 years older and i was the back up ...ha ha
One Life, One Love
I wrote this poem for my little boy who is growing up so fast.
An Open Letter ...(Elo and Socrates' challenge)
thanks guys!!!
opera # 1
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Feels like yesterday
Years have passed, we may have moved away But the scars you left us are forever there to stay Years have passed, but I still remember it well My only safe place, called home Turned into a living hell Day after day I was scared to enter the home
My Child
For my daughter.
The Child in the Early Night
It's the path of the night, It's the flight in the early light. Descending to the ground While it's up high at peace And tumble to search something found It's odd, it's even, it's why are all taken and eaten? Crumble do
My Big Day
My heart with excitement beats The day's arrived, it's finally here Gown of white I wear with pride A veil my face it covers My father tall and proudly stands Our arms are interlocking Music begins, it's time to start The long walk down the
Unforgetable Love
I do wonder what became of her..