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Past…

Children are told

to be seen and

not heard

 

In that phrase

the seeing…

the remembering…

the knowing…

is stored away

in their minds

 

Memories…

buried so deep

at times they

are all but

forgotten

 

However…

 

When needed they

struggle to the surface

and remind them

regardless of what

happened in the past…

regardless of the time…

children must know…

need to know…

regardless of what

they saw…

they heard…

they felt…

they experienced…

they are NOT

WORTHLESS…

Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

Hands…

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Hands…

The hands that 
held me…
nurtured me…
guided me…
 
Are long
        Gone…
 
The hands that
gently led me on
a warm Autumn
afternoon under 
a canopy of fiery
leaves and
sheltered me…
taught me…
protected me…
 
Are long
        Gone…
 
These hands once
held by love
Now are aged…
Freckled…
Lonely…
Will never hold 
the hands of 
a child…
another lover…
 
Those hands 
remain…
 
Yet…
 
All others
Are long
        Gone…
 
© 2014 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

Acceptable Losses

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Acceptable Losses

We couldn’t make it
Work
Try as we Might
it was too
Late
 
We tried to stay
together for the kids
 
But…
 
When my oldest said,
“Mom, you have to go…
for the sake of us all.”
 
Right then and
there…
I knew she was right
Out of the mouth’s
of Babes
 
Unfortunately,
there are always…
Acceptable Losses
 
Copyright © 2014 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

Wild and Free

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Wild and Free

The Muse is flowing

Poetry running free

Like wild mustangs through

my head

Words flow across the pages

reminding me of Spring rivers rising

The words won’t come to me when

I want them…

need them…

Words are fickle and have

a life of their own

Playing out sagas in black

across white pages lined in blue

I give in…

And …

give up…

to the words…

the Muse…

I let the words have their way

Perhaps…

Should I give them their due…

their own free will…

loosen the reins…

they will allow me at some point soon

(I hope)

to manipulate them to my will…

Until then, they are like children

running wild and free…

coming out to play on a whim…

always teaching me the

lessons of freedom.

 

 

© 2013 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

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