I am an up and coming childrens book author who loves poetry. Some people say that I remind them of a perky first grade teacher, and I like that.
Dearest pillow that is in my bed,
Why do we seldom meet?
For on you tonight I will rest my head,
And I’ll hope that it’ll be sweet.
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My mother, always a gentle woman,
As far as I have known,
Loves her children, loves herself,
Worked herself to the bone.
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Smiles make the earth go round,
They make it move a little faster,
Smiles pick life up off the ground,
They make memories that will last forever.
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