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Goodnights
Another Friday here again, But this time, Sadness is my companion The pain of living Poignant and sharp Those I love, Those I don’t know Lives intricately torn apart Memories of the way They once were Now, at the close of the day All faded and grey I can still remember music Chords on a…
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Prayer for a tired spirit
This week has felt long Weighed heavy on the heart So many lives lost Always tears me apart But work marches on Another problem to heal But what does one do When you’re at your limit to feel? All I can do And all that I know Is to hug my loved one’s closer And…
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Heartache and hope
I watched my children more closely tonight. It had been a normal day, Maybe better than most. They were happy, and decently mannered. The fights were minor and short. They gave me hugs and kisses Even brushed their teeth and got pyjamas on without complaint. But I held them a little tighter Kissed them a…
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Rain dance
Halfway through another week, But my brain won’t stop racing. Full of my list and my have to’s While I dream of everything I’d rather be doing. They say life is what happens while you’re making other plans But I’ve been trying harder to live each day to the fullest To hold my children tight…
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Visitor in the night
I bolted upright At 3 am Wondering why I was awake The quiet wrapped itself Around my soul Whispering Of someone’s fate A brush of wings Against my face Someone I couldn’t see I closed my eyes Tight As my breath ran away And said Goodbye To the visitor As they left Quietly In the…
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Draws close, the end
The scent lingers as I enter A hush over the room tells me I’m in a holy space I feel the weight of the air Silent and expectant Waiting For the moment when they shall usher Out an old friend I remember times when we spoke Good humour and wit And now I see eyes…
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Late night with my thoughts
Night falls late in my home, My body droops and I sigh So much running through my head As another day goes by I wonder if I forgot To cross my i’s and dot my t’s And wonder if I remembered To give enough thanks and please Another month is ending, Another week almost through…
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Chalk in the wind
Some days work feels Like chalk in my hand Watching lives Blow away like sand I wonder sometimes If what I do changes fate Watching so many Become Mr or Mrs ‘the late’ Does it make a difference? Does it change things at all? When one of us is born, Another seems to fall I…