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Saturday, June 22, 2013
You Have A History
You were only six
But your eyes seemed hundreds of years older
And when you asked me if the lines on your palm told your future
I couldn't help but laugh
Because, babe, you had it backwards.
The curvy one growing up from your wrist is the stem
You were once a flower
And the zigzag striking across your palm is the path
You were lightning
The squiggly one that dances from the base of your thumb to the pinky
Isn't it beautiful to know how to fly?
Remember you were a bird
And the ebbing lines running across it all
Waves, you were the most wonderful sea
The ones slowly sliding down from your first finger
Paint.
You were god's masterpiece
Then, finally the short, straight, horizontal
Lines rushing all too quickly across your fingers
Oh, isn't it obvious?
Human.
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Friday, June 7, 2013
What I Have Lost
I lost my mother to a gun
Ever since then I’ve been on the run
On Mother’s Day I cannot phone
She’s not here I’m all alone
After she was killed I heard her voice
She said, “I’m sorry I left, but I had no choice.”
The man who killed her never did time
It never cost him one thin dime
by Betty Phillips
Cynthia Leigh Waters
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Never-never Land
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Hurt
Instant Love
All Mine
Loving and Lovable
Emotional
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Hard Life
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Sunny
You were my joy and my life,
My everything, my all
You were an answer to prayer
I loved you so much
I had to give you away
You weren’t a toy
I would have broken you
You were my sunshine
After you were gone
I lived in perpetual darkness.
I became an underground animal
Never seeking the sun
You are my sun
by Betty Phillips
What I Have Lost
I know through the years
There were good times and bad
Unfortunately what hurts
I remember the bad
I’ve disappointed you
In so many ways
The drinking, the drugging
Almost forgetting your special day
I know you’ve lost trust
Today is a new day
I’m sobering up
While missing you the same
The days are getting better
I’m recalling the good days
I know that this year
I’ll remember your special day
by Jill Smith
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