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[title] => This Is Certain... I Could Not Bare To Lose
[time] => 2004-04-15 11:47:13
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[bodytext] => This Is Certain...I Could Not Bare To Lose Many trinkets, saved in a pretty wooden box sealed with love, by a shiny golden lock. Collected and cherished, throughout many years, memories of smiles and laughter, also falling tears. Home and all it's comforts, brought shelter from the rain, a place to rest inside..although it may be considered plain. My family raised, and it's doors may at times shut out the world, deep sleep and dreams befall me, when in my bed I'm curled. Heath is so uncertain, I know not what each day may bring, but always there is hope, and to this I cling. Up's and down's are many, yet I know this is a trial, I've learned to live, start each day...with a welcome smile. What could I not live without....it would have to be my mind! If it were lost today, the rest of my treasure's I'd be unable to find. My trinkets and my home, surely would matter not, if I were left to sit and not remember the light within my soul, which at birth God had lit. That spark that became a flame, as it brought warmth to my heart and vision to my eye's, so there would never be only dark. Now my mind is clear, and as I write it shouts, "I may be invisible, but I am the one thing...you cannot live without. You want to forever hear the song of the gentle meadow lark, hear the laughter of children, playing in the park. You want to feel the pleasure, of gently be kissed, feel the tender hug, at times when you've been missed." No, I could not bare to lose that which makes me whole, allows me to write and share, the feelings in my soul. I need to have that ability, so that other's can truly see, who it is I am...and who I want to be. Author: June E. Miller (Justalady) 9/10/2002 [comments] => 4 [counter] => 190 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Justalady [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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