Open Poetry #33 |
Little Girls |
MyHeartofShadows Member
since 2004-09-04
Posts 88Hyattsville, MD |
Little girls are made of creams And powder, paint and dreams; Then there are telephone calls, Seems sugar and spice is not all. Give me strength to make it through While I learn what I'm supposed to do. |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Ah yes, daughters- or so this speaks to me. I like it, it has a mother's truth to it- Susan Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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MyHeartofShadows Member
since 2004-09-04
Posts 88Hyattsville, MD |
Susan, it’s more a fathers confussion |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Ah yes, I see. Nice thing about this piece is that it can be viwed from many perspectives Susan Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Oh, that age of daughters and sons and teenhood... Here's a and yes, you'll see it through - but not without some graying to the hair. They bring it on, I tell ya! Enjoyed this very much! |
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MyHeartofShadows Member
since 2004-09-04
Posts 88Hyattsville, MD |
could you bring that hug a little closer Sunny, I could barely feel it, but I can feel the thought behind it. |
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