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  Dec 2016 Elizabeth Jones
Inga
This is a prayer
for the Children of Aleppo
Whose tragedy was concealed before the eyes of the giants
Whose tears never had a chance to fall down to the ground
My Lord, my Almighty One
Keep these children
Welcome them back to Your arms
Let them feel loved again
Help them subside the pain they felt
Fill their newly-furnished rooms
With songs and laughter
Let them forget the scent of gunpowder and bombs
Teach them how to smile once more
Bring back the glimmer in their eyes
And as for those who still breathe to survive
Conceal them with Your love and immense protection
Let them know that beneath the ends of the earth
There would always be a sunrise
A new day
Where they could draw their stories
And dance their dreams
With those eyes
staring into blank distance
Bewildered,
Unaware of what will happen next
Let them hear my voice
A small voice of cheering them up
For this is all I could do for now
How foolish am I
Lavishly sitting on a comfortable bed
Under a secured roof
Writing a poem for those who gained my sympathy
But You know
There's more to that
Let them reach this
I want to tell them
How much they could change this world
Hang on tight
Believe me

Each and everyone of you
are tougher than any fighter this history could ever tell.
Elizabeth Jones Dec 2016
Can you stop being so perfect?
Your laugh,
Your smile,
Your sense of humor
The way you try to tease me,
And the way we get into pointless arguments is perfect.
The way you ask me for help.
You're great at sports,
Your grades are good,
And you remind me of the good times.
So can you just stop it?
Stop being so perfect because I'm falling and I'm not sure if you're going to catch me...

Will you catch me when I'm falling?
Falling down, or falling in love...

Catch me...
Because I'm falling for you.
Elizabeth Jones Dec 2016
Blank notebook,
Pencil ready.
Out of ideas when I sit down to write.
But while I lie in bed,
My imagination runs wild.
The perfect fairy tale,
Where the princess saves the prince
Is ready to be written.
But there is no pencil ready,
No notebook for me
To write my thoughts down.
Elizabeth Jones Feb 2016
Look beyond what you see in the mirror
There is no need to fear
For I what I see here
Matters more than what you see there
Take a deep breath in
And concentrate on what’s within
Take a deep breath in
And make sure to grin
Because what I see here
Is something beautiful.

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