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A gift from Mom and Dad A gift of love so deep A promise of a lifetime She calls her good luck piece The shopping trip a memory That makes the heart swell with pride The worry if she would like it If it was just the right kind No need to ever guess Put all the worries to rest It is her favorite thing to wear She shows it with such pride The gift was not just material The meaning was so much more A gift of time That bonded...

Happy Thoughts Again

Enjoying each other

I love that our life has shiftedThings are so much better hereAll the stress has been liftedNow there's happiness and no tearsWe laugh and enjoy each otherThis is now where I want to beYou're my mate and my loverI love you so much you seeFor a little while, I was sadThings are now on trackNo more feelings of feeling badIt's nice to have these feelings backLife is happier and funNo need to leave realityYou're my special on...

I Don't Have The Words

For Paul my late husband and father of my young children who died 10th May 2016

I don't have the words To say how I feel You are gone I don't have the words Nothing seems real It feels wrong I don't have the words It seems so surreal Like a song I don't have the words Death has no appeal Your life is gone I don't have the words The words that conceal All that feels wrong I don't have the words Wish they would reveal Just like a song I don't have the words Or know how to deal With you gone I don't hav...

Sweet Cherub

Even cherubs need someone watching over them.

I may not be an angel,more like the devil's son. Circling on blackened wings, charred by life not the sun. Prefect, hell no I'm not,would never profess to be. Soaring high inside night itself,keeping watch over thee. Hearing your cries of anguish,brings a sadness to my soul. Through clouds of black and grey,I'll come to you in your dreams. When life gives you challenges,I can also feel your dismay. Swooping in to cuddle c...

I may be a complicated, difficult, often timesshort tempered, dare I say shrew?I know I'm a mess, but for better or worseyou agreed and signed on the dotted line.Did you really think in light of recent eventsI could love you any less?I'm almost insulted by things said and mostrecently done by you.Taking care of each other, I read that somewhere.I'll force you to see it yet.Twenty seven years and you still thinkyou're not...

Challenge

It's not you, it's me . . .

You were just A challengeThat’s all you were To me I don’t think I liked you muchBut wished You wanted me And wanting it So badlyNeeding To prevail ThinkingPlanningPlottingDetermined not to fail Upset it was upsettingI couldn’t reel You in ApproachAfter approachI triedI wanted so to win Yet had I really won youIf “we” had come to be Another one would challengeAnd I would set you free.

Disclaimer: For all of those reading this who do not identify as heterosexual, this poem is about you too. Just replace the pronouns with whatever is relevant to you, and hopefully, enjoy.  when a girl meets a boy there is a moment when they are truly equal. before biology sets in and reminds him to flex reminds her to push out her chest reminds them that they are made to fit together like puzzle pieces. nobody cares if t...

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Toxic Pull

Lucy learns the love you want, is not necessarily the one you need.

The rhythmic, pounding bass and the horns of the Imperial March made her sit up, frantically searching for the phone in the dark. Her hand brushed against something cold, and then she heard the crashing sound of the water glass falling to the floor.“Shit,” she mumbled, as she finally wrapped her shaking hand around the phone.She was panicking that she was going to miss him. Only one person on her phone had that ringtone,...

True Love Prevails

Our life together

Funny how true love prevailsEven after those dark daysBack to our life fairy-taleIn bad times, I did prayWe're both in a better placeLove is back and here to stayWe now always touch baseWe can talk and have lots to sayLaughter fills our rooms I feel I have my friend backNo more sadness or gloomOur love is back on trackSeventeen years this SeptemberI've loved you each and every dayWe met one night in NovemberNear the jukeb...

You sit across the tableNot looking at my handWhich rests upon formicaRevealing upturned palm Sweated glass of waterDrip-stained coffee cupsCongealed fat drops on a plateWitness us discuss our love Your eye catches the serverA check in tray arrivesYou reach into your pocketYour lips form in a smile You answer your own questionDeciding how I amWe rise and leave the restaurantYou never touch my hand.

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.You make meHappyThough I may not say whatOr whenOr how deep this love can seep itselfInside my broken soul.You make meHappyThough the cotton clouds race awayAnd chase the daisy shadows whereThe stars wink their tears awayAnd rest in fields of moss.You make meHappyWhere storms cannot abideAnd tears cannot quite quashThe tiniest b...

It begins each morning at wakeThe endless battle of foesBoth sides press the will to win Casualties mount without regard.Victory claimed and lost simultaneously So many opportunities wasted Each warrior valiant Yet lay sullen in defeat.Blood flows from each new wound Scars from the past are empty reminders Yet each charge is continuously met Each side snuffing out hope.The infinite cost of the war on love Parts of a whole...

Tic, Tic, Tic....

For my middle son who has Tourette Syndrome.

Tic, tic, tic, a sound we've all heardYour whole life it seems, their presencesometimes a comforting soundNo longer, this last ones the worstTo hear the pain it's causing youmakes my heart bleed and hurtTic, tic, tic, a sound, God's joke?Your brain a mystery, your smilelaughter, a gift to help us throughHours we've spent in discussionabout the why and the howsTherapy, meds all tried in your lifeSchool passed, twice you ga...

Are you ready to dance? Allow me to help you up,Your steps will be unsteady,Do not fret or worry,I’ll let go when you are ready. Are you ready to perform? The lights are bright,Shining in my eyes,I look to him for support,As he’s helping me to rise. Are you ready to dance? A smile upon my face,Raised on pointed toes,Taking a deep breath,My eyes begin to close. Are you ready to perform? Twirling in tiny circles,My music be...