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| Georgia Mae's Poetry |
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| All rights reserved. Please do not use or copy any poetry without first getting permission from me. I'm happy to share if the situation is appropriate. I appreciate your courtesy....Georgia |
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| There is no sweeter memory than that of Sierra, a whispered word worth a million smiles and a heartache that life will never ease. A moment to live, a lifetime to dream. A memory to haunt the heart. |
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| storm clouds rising, lightning chasing as I lay protected at your side. the feel of your body, your whisper gentle across my cheek, fingers tender travellers in the stolen night. a dream come to life that even shakespeare could never capture words enough to describe, too flowery of feelings than a simple pen dare write. i feel the tide within my soul in an unending dream of loving grace and yearn to say words that should remain unsaid. so i shall steal the moments of the night until day is again upon us, and hold tight to this dream of mine. Georgia Mae C. (part of the "SoThis is Love" series.) |
| Empty arms and a wound so deep that the doctors cannot heal it. Children's clothes folded neatly in boxes, unworn, long since dry of the tears of an almost mother. It's times like these when we question our faith and wonder why the innocent could be taken when they were all ready loved. Pacifiers and bottles, rattles and blankets all hidden away from prying eyes. There is no escape for those who mourn so don't say that it wasn't meant to be. In the meantime stuffed animals will wait patiently for another chance and an almost mother will rock herself to sleep. Georgia Mae C. |