I walk and wait
Drowning (in my own fears)
Frowning (the lost years)
Of new life
Reminders of a different day
Full of cries of life
Not anguish and strife
Tears pooling my eyes
I dare not blink
I want the tears to dry
For I fear if I cry
Let a single tear drop
My heart may just stop
Along with yours
I over use exclamation points!
It must be my passion trying to pour out of me.
I really don’t mean to yell.
I often feel like a young child, bouncing up and down trying so patiently to not interrupt. Big eyes looking up longingly, waiting for the right time, unsure when that is, all the while pulling and tugging at arms and pants to help hold back the words, until it erupts, interrupts.
It’s exciting to write and it’s exciting to be alive!
So I will over use my exclamation marks!
Live with passion.
Live the life that you were meant to live.
Pour over into the lives of those around you.
Cup of Water
What’s the matter?
Father, father I need some water
Daughter, daughter, here’s your water
“Dedicated to my husband, the Father of the Daughter that gave the cup of water, many a night!”
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Do you see them he says to me
No Dad, I can’t see them how can that be?
You have to look closer then you will see
The flickering fire bugs jumping from the tree
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