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AngelSamsMom Junior Member
since 1999-09-17
Posts 10Seattle, WA, USA |
Could you all please tell me if this sounds like a love poem or a poem that was written to a child from its mother???????? __________________________________________ Dancing in my dreams I closed my eyes tonight To remember your innocent smile Could I live this lifetime In my dreams for awhile Shadows dancing threw my head Of a love, long lost beyond I see your deep blue eyes Sparkling like the moon’s reflection I reach my hand out to you Threw space and time only To find a mirror of sadness of The divine I cant quite reach your open arms Who could be causing this torture So unruefully given to me To the madness only to realize Its only you dancing threw my dreams And a true reality that can not be ©Copyrighted January 25, 2000 By Connie D Fields My heart will go on, my tears I will cry, My laughter will fade, but for all this I do for the love of Sammy |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
I think you probably wrote it for your son, but I could be wrong. It could be written for either, in my opinion. It is very touching and beautiful. Denise |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Connie- Yes, it's a ~L~O~V~E~ poem. So much ~L~O~V~E~ from mother to child. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho |
It is a beautiful love poem, and the only word that really tells me it's from a mother to a child, is "innocent" - the smile described that way gives it away, that it's to a baby. Well written, and very haunting and sad. I've been there too. |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
This is just so sad...yet beautiful. 'Writing sharpens life; life enriches writing' Sylvia Plath |
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