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 Apr 2017 Devan Ducasse
Marv Long
You carried me;
When I could do no more.
You gave me a smile,
With the love that you poured.

Mother of mine.

You held my hand,
Through thick and thin.
And took me to places,
I've never been.

Mother of mine.

Even with,
The world on your shoulders.
You'll always be there,
As I get older.

Mother of mine.

Even after you pass,
You'll watch over me.
You've taught me well.
And now I can be,

A mother like mine.
Hold me through the night
Still the pain and keep me safe
I can't face being alone

Fold your arms so tight around me
make the dark go away
Please stay, hold me through the night


© Pagan Paul (01/01/17)
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Haiku 5-7-5, 7-5-7
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 Apr 2017 Devan Ducasse
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Dressed.
 Apr 2017 Devan Ducasse
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Time to get* dressed
*Put on a smile for the world
Try to act normal.
Getting out of bed.
Even though I really don't want to.
Family functions are the hardest to go to. They want you smiling the most.
Fake or not.
To put it quite simply; it hurts.
Sentences are easy,
Stanzas: scary.

Stories are told;
Poems, expressed.

Feelings to words
Ideas to image.

Thoughts distilled
To pleasing sounds.

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