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A baby girl it was
It is
Anticipated this scream about 40 weeks ago
Her scream
And her scream
They both scream
Then his knees, his heart , his eyes
What a disguise
His scream stays inside
We're glad she didn't stay inside
05/23 it was meant to be
Around 7 o clock
Mommas nerves was shot
She had to carry , *****, lose sleep, push , bleed ... Breathe breathe!! Wear and tear but it's all fair once we saw her hair; she's almost here
Oh dear
More fear
Oh dear are those tears?
Once revealed the entire room's mood healed
And she just yelled at us as we welcomed her into her new world
Yep she's a girl
As the man cuts the cord
Everyone is trying to figure out who donated her curls; her hair
Only thing we can do is stare
And match her face all over the place
Connect her traits
To mommy and daddy
Through all this fight they still remain happy
She's just adorable as she can be
Adorable as they let her
I wonder did daddy see this inside mommy when he first met her?
A diamond coming out the rough
Now first hand we all understand that 10 centimeters is all of our 10 million dollars; well spent
Right there ******* the nurses thumb
Ohhhhh that's too cute I'm done
Naaaawwww but she really did almost make me cry
**** you Sa'Rai
They no longer think I'm the tough guy!
Sigh ...
A girl and her name is Sa'Rai
And God was so right
He brought forward life
Kayla invested all of her might
You go Kayla !!
Sorry for cheering while you was weary

But Sa'Rai is just so dearly
She keeps me at peace
My first niece

All mighty
Little Sa'Rai Riley
It isn't nothing.
It is never nothing.
I just never said it.

If not for Him-
I, or my guilt, perhaps the same thing,
would have killed me by now.
I had no desire to live for the pain
instilled in us all by none other than those we thought loved us.
But although I'll never forget what they did to me, or anyone else,
I know He's healed me
because without that knowledge
I'm sure I couldn't take it alone.
 Feb 2013 Mandy Kate Fahey
Barb
Burn your skin
on accident
while
setting fire
to your bedsheets
because
she slept in them
and you rather them turn to
ashes
than have to remember her finger tips
against your skin
every time you try to rest
 Feb 2013 Mandy Kate Fahey
Kia
I'm standing in my nice box
Plastic smile on my face
Permanent
My eyes unblinking
They come
They want to play
They pull my hair
Bite my head
Pull me apart
Piece by piece and try to put me back together
the pieces don't quite fit
the way
they used to
at end of the day
they put me back in the box
covered with scratches and bruises
wounds
some of them you cannot see
the next day
they expect me to still be there
for them to play with
tear apart
again and again
until I am too broken
even for a
toy
Longing, aching, yearning
the familiar burning
that begins the tell tale symptoms of the swelling in my eyes
as the year passed by
my emotions changed with the seasons
spring love, became summer's heated arguments finally falling into winter's depression from you leaving
hating you for all the right reasons
simultaneously disbelieving
the truth we shared
soul stripped bare
exposed to the painful memories of yesteryear, plaguing my mind
you came and you left the only constant was time
it was set in stone our paths meant to cross
I never cry because you're gone, just from the time I lost
wondering what all those moments cost
if you could bottle up and sell them would they be worth the time spent
longing, aching, yearning hands full of resent and discontent
begging you to stay was never on my agenda, for that I regret
I spent half the time getting to know you, twice as long trying to forget...
Your ghost tucks me in, yet never lets me sleep
Your ghost lies awake simply haunting me
Your ghost riles me awake
with the same familiar violent shake
that leaves me breathless alone only wrapped in sheets we bought together
Your ghost hides your letters
amid my stacks of papers
in hopes I find them later
finding them at precisely the moment when your memory has almost been entirely washed away
your ghost remains
leaving trinkets that force me to relapse
to a past
where your ghost never existed
for when you walked out of our life, you forget to take the ghost that came with it...
Her eyes spoke volumes, more than her lips meant to divulge
the once warm brown pupils turning a stinging gray cold
piercing my impenetrable walls built around this fragile heart
chipping each brick apart
cracking the mortar, turning rough stone to pebbles
pulling the flowers petals
she loves me not, she loves me not, perhaps I'm forgetting a step
the shortness of breath
left my hands to tingle in the warm july air
she spoke volumes in her stare
her hands restless running through her hair
her smiling lips were the puppets to the eyes anguish filled ventriloquism
I drowned out her words and let my eyes listen...
Maleable my metallic resolve
bending pliable with each shortcoming or flaw
tempered by the trials by fire I find myself withstanding
shrinking and expanding
under the fluctuation of your patience
steady now, the once shimmering finish that set my cold iron heart apart
finally begins to start
rusting
whenever I'm trusting
the words you spill as water seeping into my exterior, meticulously working grooves
in the battered smooth
surface
watch me oxidize
before your eyes
let your acid words etch away at my forged desires
broken hearts need only the fire
to scorch away the past, molten and awaiting a new love to be forged
broken hearted into the fire once more...
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