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Chelsea Quigley Jan 2024
My angel.
A mind so kind,
So curious.
You have rekindled my joy,
My purpose.

But now,
I can't help but feel alone.
As you walk down an aisle,
Smothered in rose.

And I,
Hold a lump in my throat.

You have finally grown.
This short poem is about parents who may be feeling a deep sadness and loneliness for their children who are now fully grown. It is so natural for some to feel that way, for their child has been with them since birth. You are happy and proud, but also sad and that is completely understandable. If you are one of these people, I hear you.
Chelsea Quigley Jan 2024
Growth.
A beautiful thing,
For the mind and soul.

From young to old,
To secrets untold.

In youth I thrived
Through actions of bold.

As I have lived
Through thick and thin.

And let my story unfold.

But all is well,
For my soul is home.
In the arms of death,

I am free to roam.
This poem is more so about the end of life and acceptance to it. Most of us find the concept of death and moving on scary, but it is the cycle of life , and it’s something that is bound to happen. Although it is heartbreaking , it is also a stage of pure peace and serenity. I hope you all enjoy !
Chelsea Quigley Jan 2024
Just once,
May I cradle
That child I hushed.

For youth I rushed,
And thoughts I pushed.

She was scared,
And forever flushed.

An innocent heart,
Squandered,
And crushed.

And now she lives,
With no recollection,
Of being a kid.
This poem is personal to me, as it talks about how some had to grow up quite fast, missing out on the beauty of childhood and innocence. If you can relate to this, I hear you and I am proud of you.
Chelsea Quigley Jan 2024
What awaits,
Beyond my fate?

One cannot distinguish my state.

But you,
Of course, can,

Or so you say.

I am frail,
But strong.
Correct,
Yet wrong.

I wish not to join
The melody of your song.

For I am me,
And I shall heal.
From your ignorance,
Judgment,
And inability to feel.
For although I am lost,

At least I am real.
This poem is about how others may interpret or perceive you in life without getting to know the truth about you. They cannot take time for others and continue to judge for no reason. If you can relate to this, I hear you!
Chelsea Quigley Jan 2024
I have been granted
The gift, of you.
A sweet, joyous angel,
With a heart made for two.

Your precious soul,
So radiant of light.
Beaming greatly,
From day till night.

My heart is full,
When yours is too.
For a blessing like you,

I refuse to lose.
This poem is special, as it is about someone in my life who I was blessed with months ago. This person is incredible and a true gift. If they are reading this, I hope you know how much you truly mean to me!
Chelsea Quigley Jan 2024
Your eyes
Speak a thousand words.
But these words,
Seem wrong.

Your voice,
Once melodic,
Is off-key
To our song.

Have I hurt you,
My dear?
Is this all a lie?
You lay by my side,
Our hands intertwine.

But your kiss,
Is tired.
Your lips subside.
Oh no,
Darling,

Are you still mine?
Chelsea Quigley Jan 2024
I look at my wall,
It speaks no colour.
Bare,
Empty,
Since the season of summer.

Your soul left,
And I,
Left too.
But an idea
Came to me,
One lazy afternoon.

I looked at my supplies,
That were almost decaying.
I opened them gently,
And soon began painting.

Your favourite colours cascading
Yellow, green and blue.
The wall began drying,
As my tears did too.

For this mural,
Is sacred,
And I,
Am now feeling.
As another sun rises,
My heart welcomes healing.
This poem is a story poem about healing from a loss and making a beautiful memory of that person. I hope you all enjoy !
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