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Revere not my body when I’m gone
I do not live there anymore
The grass grows on, curtains drawn

Think not of me in the past
I am not there, but here
Always present in every breath
The life I gave lives on

See me in the eyes of my children
In all the places in-between
I am not lost but free

Now I return to the far off places
My soul envelops all that is
My body is a million pieces

A tree, a berry, a bird, a man
A baby
I will feed the world

As I always was, I will be
Remember me not
For I will live forever.
She is beautiful
She is important
She is the future
See her tender heart
Yearning for love
Hear her voice
Don't take it away
She is to be valued
She is to be groomed
Hold her hands
Lead her to her purpose
She is a womb
In time she would birth life
She is much more
A mind full of ideas
Soft yet powerful
She is a leader
She is a supporter
She is a true friend
Invest in her too
Why make her feel any less
Why hold back her rights
Why the hate
Why the discrimination
She is a girl
Celebrate her
I have seen countless girls deprived of education,choice  of career,forced into  marriages as children   and more "because they are girls" today in the international day of the girl child and for me a girl should be celebrated everyday.Let her realise she is as important as the boys.let her understand she os is able to succeed and rise.give her equal support,invest in a girl child today.


I write these poems
for only one reason
I don’t care the day
or the time or the season

If flowers are blooming
or skies are bright blue
If meadowlarks sing midst
the fresh morning dew

If butterflies float
on a warm summer breeze
Or moonlight reflects
off of calm evening seas

If snow flurries fall
ever soft on the ground
Or musical whispers
are flitting around

If day turns to night
or night turns to day
If it starts to rain
washing it all away

If the sunrise is coming
or stars glow above
I write these poems
so she knows she is loved
Ok, I know this isn't one of my best but
sometimes you just need to tell her she is loved, because...she is.
my hands play make believe
casting shadows over
all the flickering blue promises
you couldn't keep.
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