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I was once so little,
Though mature in the mind.
My heart now brittle
From moments unkind.
And with that
I fell cold,
No warmth for my soul.
My mind
Turned old,
Then my heart fell alone.
With no love,
Nor touch,

From parents of stone.
Connection has always meant so much to me
However it is concerning just being discerning
When you are truly yearning
For that Human touch
Beyond the Internet Screen

It is like living in a F-ing Fantasy
With Imaginings
Even that online creative sense of flow will never replace
Actually seeing your Face
YOU KNOW!

(c) DLR
2nd July, 2024
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I think another *** Poem! I am 59 Today and I see life in so many different ways than I use to.  So much as I love the Internet  and feeling some kind of connection with many beautiful E-Peeps. I LOVE  to Watch the Sunsets   Alone or with Familyyyyyyyyyyyy, Life Willing.
Diary of Jane Jun 30
They say
Denial is the first stage of grief
I think I'm going through it.
I still can't believe that
You are gone,
Just like that, Nana.
Growing up,
I have never known a home
That didn't have you.

I can't believe
that the next time I return
You won't be there,
Waiting for me
In your usual arm chair,
With a cherubic smile on your face,
When you see your granddaughter.

The last time I came home,
I was so afraid
of how much you remember,
if my face would even register,
And when I asked with hope and apprehension,
"Can you recognize me?"
You smiled like,
I had said the silliest thing in the world
and replied, "Why won't I recognize you?"

Home
will never be the same without you.
You used to be my North Star, my Superhero,
The one I always looked up to and was in awe of,
No one will ever match up
To your wisdom, your goodness.
It is like the brightest star
has been snuffed out from my life.
Now, who will I call Nana anymore?
Who will ever smile at me like you used to?

Wherever you are -
I hope you are in a better place,
Happier, healthier, and in peace.
I hope you can walk again in fields of meadows,
And breathe fresh air under the open sky.
I hope you get to eat your favorite dishes
and all the sweets you crave,
I hope where you are,
You can listen to your favorite music,
Read all the books you want,
And write all the stories,
You couldn't in this life.
I hope wherever you are,
You can still feel my love for you.

I will always look for you in the stars,
Love you and miss you forever, Nana.
My grandfather passed away this Thursday, 27th June and has left this huge gaping hole in my heart. He was the finest human being I knew and it was a privilege and a blessing to be his granddaughter. He has been a constant in my life since I was a child and now he is no more. My love for reading, writing, music and so much more, I inherited from him. Please say a prayer for him if you are reading this...🙏
From child to adult,
We learn to flee.
Away from home,
And to the sea.
From the wings of our guardians,
We fly among the rest.
To our own creation,
Away from our nest.
Flying is hard,
Terror pollutes the air.
Leaving me burdened,
Alone,

And ever so scared.
Arlen Jun 25
The space between who I am
And who you see me to be
Grows larger by the day
Every time we are together
I am so far away
The words you speak
Speak not of me
But rather, some person
You've conceived
1923 Jun 25
If I keep folding

I am going to disappear

And before I loved my life

I really liked that thought

But now I am unfolding

And just when I thought

I was done with mourning

I notice the creases

Where my youth used to be

A reminder

that you almost broke me
neth jones Jun 25
evening summer   overlooking the lake
                                from behind the fly screens
a lit stove   has yet to widen its warmth

my father-in-law strums his guitar
my three-year-old snuggles
pinching the notes  into his mothers hair braid
01/07/22
observation from our time
in the cabin by Gull Lake
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