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| | From:  Loretta12 (Original Message) | Sent: 3/12/2004 4:13 AM |
Life is confusing , mine at times unkind
The family's fighting , listen to the screams.
The 4 WALLS hear it, and never seem to mind.
The walls listen when I'm alone, hearing all my dreams.
The times I spend alone , trying to understand.
All I do is remember the good times I recall.
Reflecting alone with a teddy in my hand.
Sitting amid friendly walls , walls that heard it all.
A family that loves me , even when we fight.
Children growing so fast we can't sit and talk.
A husband who comes home late every night.
Never a moment to hold hands or walk.
So within 4 WALLS is where I stay.
A MOTHER'S LAMENT to her dying day.
Bonnie J. Hollywood-Cutts
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Loretta, Thank you for posting these again, I appreciate you leaving my poems here in this section, as I wasn't sure if they'd still be here since I haven't been on for a long time. I do still want to come in whenver i can and try to post some new ones for you. When ever I can get to the library. I have to wait a little while longer before i can get my new comp. As Somethings have come up in my health that have to dealt with first. I will be back as soon as I can. |
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| | | From: marg | Sent: 9/26/2007 4:22 AM |
Great work..I thought I'd read & answered all poetry sorry I missed all these! |
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