Theresa Dould Cummings Biography

In Praise of my happy Dandelion

When I gaze beyond my garden gate my eyes
pause longingly, at the myriad of yellow crowns
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The Hurting

On long, cold winter days one can calculate the hours
of discomfort by the length of unspoken words
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A Gift For No Reason

A gift of no purpose, no agenda is needed,
As a welcomed diversion to thwart vulgar demons.
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And as I age, my youth betray me,
whilst you beside me, replete
of your youth, ill spent or nay,
a timeless bond of love and passion
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To Lead a Life Of Quiet Desperation

Sitting at an office desk and pondering
the world at hand.
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