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 Mar 2013 liv hart
st64
Don't grow so fast, little one
You've so much to see and do
But take your time....your time and enjoy
And love the little moments in-between.

Run and play and s-i-ing with joy
Don't join the queue of  Life too soon
But take your time....your time and enjoy
And love the little moments in-between.


CHORUS
Bedtime songs will end on a day
When you no longer feel the need
But hugs and tugs will always be there
These are the precious moments in-between.

So sail your ships and build your dreams
Paint your pirate face and ri-i-ide your horse
But take your time....your time and enjoy
And love the little moments in-between.


Refrain
Your steps will take where you wanna be
And then, you'll be grown
And all your pictures drawn on the walls are the best treasures
And all your words so very funny
Are safely tucked away......in my heart.




Star Toucher, 14 March 2013
A touch of nostalgia for the beauty of innocence in the eyes of my youngest child, who as a 5-year-old then, used to enjoy organic playtime . . . .
Written in 2007.

Everything must pass.
 Mar 2013 liv hart
bambi
saturn
 Mar 2013 liv hart
bambi
Your trail of ash
bright as a scar

lead me astray
in skies of tar

it was a threadbare
love affair

doomed from the very start

and if I know
you at all,


I know you've gone too far.
Beginning of a much longer poem, work in progress. Commentary much appreciated!
 Mar 2013 liv hart
Samuel
No frame can hold this hope
   not a line,
                a touch,
                        a song

please help me carry it
        (I have faith in your strength.)
I don't need someone
who understands me,
I need someone
who understands
that I am content in my understanding
that they may not always
understand.

Empathy found me at a very young age.


Am I making sense?
Do you understand?
this moment
her eyes lay on me like two whispers of longing
and her touch, light and tentative
speaks to me of her fear
i would tumble the walls of the city
i would shake the foundations of the world
to ease her mind
but i cannot even speak to her
its a dream/memory
and she has been gone all these long years
 Mar 2013 liv hart
Ben
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hell.
 Mar 2013 liv hart
Olga Valerevna
one that burns too fast
  one that burns to last
I can't seem to stay warm.
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