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 Nov 2011 Deb Nixon
Nicole tanner
I hear her name - I am numb
into my ears,
for when i hear it , i hold back my tears.
not cause Im hurt, not cause I fear
but cause i only wish i could have her here.
to breathe, to see ,to smell,
to bring me back the way i felt.
cause feelings,emotions they are what keep you alive.
lately though its been a struggle - im not gonna lie.

its those moments you live for, the moments that bring you back.
to the time, to the place but you're already losing track
of the time you had left, should have done more..
the feeling of drowning as you look to the shore,
covered in the shiny black sand- there she stood
id do anything to be in that moment ,anything,if i could.

cause you see, when you lose someone,no - not just someone,you lose yourself
and for the rest of your life you're lost,helpless.
the only way to find yourself is in the memories you've made
engraved in your heart -these moments
these smells,these thoughts,these feelings,emotions.
everything that connects you dont let it out of your site.

cause once you do, once you forget,
her name is really numb,
and she really is
gone.

her name i vow i will never take lightly, cause **** she was a woman whose name
was never ment to be
numb.
 Nov 2011 Deb Nixon
Fegger
Curled beneath the Christmas tree,
On this snowy Christmas Eve,
Lay my daughter, nearly three
Upon this perfect bed.
Asleep and warm in footed wear,
Tinsel static-ed to strands of hair,
Glistening lights ‘gainst skin so fair,
Halo her youthful head.

There she dreams of dreams her own,
That circle ‘bout her life, her home;
Doesn’t fear the world unknown;
I pray such times remain.
With eyelids’ flutter, weaves tomorrows,
To fill with splendor, not of sorrow,
From her, such vision I will borrow;
And will live my life again.

Nestled lone, in face of fire,
Breathing deep, this sweet admire,
With new eyes see all my desires,
How life has blessed so far.
Then, with scent of piney resin,
Awakens precious Christmas present,
Blue-eyes sparkle, sleepy crescents,
The babe beneath the star.
Copyright 2009, Fegger

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