I am a mother and grandmother with a passion for writing poetry.
In the veil between life and death,
the deal was struck as I drew breath.
A fate which I cannot deflect,
the reaper comes now to collect.
...
Let me get this off my chest
like the ill-fitting bra
that has been suffocating
me since before dawn.
...
Life inherently moves forward,
progress, change, passing moments
racing onward until the minute
we cease and cross the veil to
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Daises dreading the inevitable,
eventual choice of the nervous young man
scanning the flora. Never the pick, passed over
in spite their fresh, innocent appearance. Always the
...
The strumming guitar sings of life,
sings of cheer, of beauty and hope
things a heart holds so dear.
Great poets endeavor to instill
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