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when I weep you are my shoulder to lean on
when I ache you take the pains away
when I'm lonely you keep me company
when I'm cold you keep me warm
when I'm sad, you lift my spirits
when I frown, you make me smile

I'm thankful for a sister like you
you do things so many others cannot do
but most of all
when I feel all else fails
you are there
to say
''I  love you''
dedicated to  Lorie with much love
;
green
eyes gazed
outstretched tan arms
invited me into a warm embrace
you were like a walk through the woods
and i thought i knew all the paths
then i took a wrong turn
right into poison
ivy
thanks for reading ❤
aye
but the warmth I feel
beneath its heart
warms inside of me
as I write
as I breathe
as I indulge
in the beauty
of poetry

yes
the heart of the sun
is so gentle
as it caresses
enlightens me
delights me
thrills me
as the words
come flowing
into my head

aye
I lie here thinking
of birds singing
dogs barking
children laughing
I can't get enough
as I indulge
as I breathe
as I write
about
the sun
oft we tend to go on in life
as we forget the little things
or block out the sad things
that have happened in our lives

but I say, Nay, do not forget
that some things are worth
remembering and bringing back
so we can pursue differently

we have come a long way in life
but we need not to forget
what or who it was
that has brought us this far

my Dad was an inspiration
saying ''you can do it"
and should I just go on
without even a thank you

some things in life are forgotten
so we can pursue in life
but whatever happens henceforth
never forget
those that loved you most
Thinking of my Dad and the things that
he had done and had been through in life. But in
all that he did, he still managed to love me, care
for me, and has been my inspiration.
 Jun 2016 Kathryn Heim
Emily B
Bob is seventy four
And fighting cancer
Every day.

He's had us plant seeds
For four o'clocks
Twice now.

He told me confidentially
That he knows the flowers
Weren't here
In Boone's time

But his mother always
Had them

And maybe they are his legacy.

I found one
Of his wandering
Flowers in the garden bed
Yesterday.

And four more
In between
My sage and horseradish
Today

I dug them up
And carried them
Home.

I don't think
We could forget
Bob
Anytime soon.
 Jun 2016 Kathryn Heim
wordvango
It's officially the Apocalypse
Armageddon
*******
of religion

50 more lie dead
at one man's
hand

The purpose the  philosophy
behind
such an act
escapes me

The insaneness
madness
makes  me crazy
Help me
 Jun 2016 Kathryn Heim
wordvango
a virtual frame imaginatively
borders a frivolous game
of finger paints smeared
into a caricature,
a name-less master
with childlike innocence
sculptured and formed
the symbols in pastels
and gray fingerprints
 Jun 2016 Kathryn Heim
Eiler
Some gulp,
others sip.
So much lovely variety
to the lip.

Many the blend,
together wedged -
some smoothe to the tongue,
others hard edged.

As we do differ -
so doth the taste.
Without that difference,
too much waste.

Variety rules!
Husband or wife,
water or whisky -
contrast is life.
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