Poems on Loving Someone with An Addiction You didn’t cause it You can’t cure it You can’t control it But that doesn’t make it any less painful To Care about it Through My Eyes If you could see yourself Through my eyes You would see what I know Your capable of You would see That…
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Short but sweet… Hold My HandThey say that the eyesAre the window to the soul Providing a glimpse To our Joy Sadness Anxiety Love But while our eyes are the window Our touch is the doorway To truly feel those emotions With each other Wild Flowers In the midst Of the fear Of the hate…
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Sundays are made for relaxing and sometimes…for writing poetry. I’ve written poetry since I was a child. This is the earliest poem that I can remember writing (or since my memory is questionable, maybe I swiped it from another author…who knows?) I have to laugh when I see a giraffeHe’s a physical wreckwith a heck…
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Mothering, Marriage and Menopause 