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[bodytext] => Note: This poem is going to be kind of long. It’s about this woman who is reading this other woman’s Diary trying to put together her life and turn it in to a book. I'm sorry if it's too much for people to read but, I wanted it to be something different from what I normally write. I hope it was worth it. Comments and Rates!!!! 4/1/05 9:47 PM Deep in thought I find your diary with your name Engraved Paige I unlock it Begin reading your life. Running my fingers over your writing Memories Secrets Thoughts Fears All of some you kept very well hidden. I stagger through all the day Has brought on Your life makes its comforting to come home I see you as a distant friend Someone I would of really loved. I flipped to page 2 You talk about the winter How cold it made your bones ache Flakes on your knees and elbows I know how you felt. Next you wrote Rather you drew a picture In your day as you got more coffee A little girl in a ballerina outfit Pretty as an angel She was sitting on the curb with tears on Her face she's looking down That empty dusty road Wondering where her ride is She ponders if it's ever getting there. Leaning back in my chair -Sighing- I run a hand through my hair A small smile finds my lips Looking around my apartment Dust collecting every where I know I should clean I have your life Paige to read. So I flip to page 3 Or where page 3 use to be It's torn out of its seams I look on the floor Around my chair Tracking my steps back (maybe I dropped it) I never find it anywhere so I ponder to myself Where could that mystery page be? How many secrets kept on that page now disappeared? So I continue to read I come to find your favorite Pastime is poetry Like a feather swift and delicate with sorrow Yet have I to come across your poetry I find something more heart wrenching You write about your daughter's death: Today, I lost my daughter I held her little Fragile body in my arms while tears shake my body, Why god did you take her? She was only 5 minutes old Kissing her precious forehead I said my final goodbyes Dearest, Nikki I'm sorry your life was taken so quickly I'll always remember you my beautiful baby girl My nights will be bitterly lonely I won't hear your cries Or your giggle when you’re happy, just know mommy loves you Sweet angel god will take care of you now. Wiping away my own tears I felt my heart in my throat Oh, my god I thought to myself What a horrible thing to happen Nothing could express pain that Paige Must have been feeling that day her baby girl died No mother should ever go through that kind of thing. Setting down your diary I go for a walk Putting pieces of the puzzle together Your art work Your daughter's death Still some of the secrets I have to uncover Better to understand you. Settling on a rock Just on the edge of the beach Orange, yellow, red and pink Outline the sunset's painting With my chin on my knees I think How can one have such pain To look forward to the future Without putting her past at rest? It's started out at a journal of a woman Who simply had a very well lived life And she died with sorrow and grief Broken hearted, Poor, Unhappy, Paige was a strong woman no matter how much life Put her down or how many pages she had to write To make her self feel better. She moved on with the littlest Of faith in her pocket and prayers in her heart I now feel that Paige just wanted someone to read her life Story maybe even share it with the world Tonight while I sit at my computer I will write out her life As she would have wanted it told in her own words This is only the beginning. © Care Strom [comments] => 1 [counter] => 182 [topic] => 68 [informant] => KishaLovesCare126 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => fictional )
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