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Grown (poem)

Posted on August 20, 2025 | Leave a comment

Tiny fingers and tiny toes

It doesn’t seem so long ago….

Now I look at you and smile

Proud of how you’ve grown

But in my heart, you still have

Those tiny fingers and tiny toes

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Suitcase (poem)

Posted on December 4, 2024 | Leave a comment

Round and round

Where did mine go?

Majority black

Going oh so slow!

Round and round

Where did mine go?

There it is!

Bright yellow!

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Journal – an acrostic poem

Posted on October 22, 2024 | Leave a comment

Jotting down thoughts

One thought at a time

Using the words as therapy

Relating the tale helps

Nothing to hide

Always honest

Love how the words reveal the truths the eyes don’t see

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The Scent of Summer (poem)

Posted on October 1, 2024 | Leave a comment

If I could bottle the scent of summer

It would start with the smell of the ocean

The saltiness dancing in the early morning air.

If I could bottle the scent of summer

It would be the smell of sunscreen tinged with sand,

A gritty coconut aroma.

If I could bottle the scent of summer

It would be the tantalising smell of pizza

With a whiff of a side of fries.

If I could bottle the scent of summer

It would be smores and ice cream

With a lingering hint of BBQ long since devoured.

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At The End Of The Day (poetry blog)

Posted on November 22, 2022 | Leave a comment

At the end of the day

As I watch the sun sink lower in the sky

I sigh…

It’s a weary sigh.

At the end of the day

As the sun’s warmth fades away

I sigh…

It’s a weary sigh.

At the end of the day

As the shadows lengthen around me

I sigh…

It’s a weary sigh.

At the end of the day

As night wraps around me like a cloak

I sigh…

It’s a weary sigh.

At the end of the day

As I watch the moonrise in clear night sky

I sigh…

It’s a weary sigh

At the end of the day

As I settle down to sleep til dawn

I sigh…

It’s a weary sigh.

Tomorrow’s always another day…

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