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My reason to live

Date: August 7th, 2010

My life and heart is yours to have and hold.
For I do not need life without you near.
I need you in my life when I get old
All I ask of you is it be sincere.

Without your love my life and heart means naught,
My life was built this way by God*s design,
As I could not bear living with this thought,
That you might not remain forever mine.

You do complete my life with all you do,
So if I had to live without your love,
My life would see a small and sad adieu,
And into hell my life would feel a shove.

So my dear love I have to ask of you,
Is my life safe and is your love still true?

Poem Style – Sonnet / Poem Catagory – Love
Written by Lady Kathleen

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Rebecca, my dear sweet daughter,
Even though now we live apart,
I care come hell or high water,
I do love you with all my heart

You made me a young grandmother,
With three grandchildren of fine art,
Which I wish I could hold and smother.
I do love you with all my heart

Though we’re apart and I miss you,
You will always be in my heart.
What I say to you now is true,
I do love you with all my heart

You my one child of September,
With these few words I do impart,
And I want you to remember,
I do love you with all my heart

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This is for my daughter that made me a grandmother at the age of 37.

I now have 3 WONDERFUL grandchildren. Kris, Steven and Lexy.

Poem Style – Kyrielle / Poem Catagory – Family
Written by Lady Kathleen

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I Believe You

Date: May 8th, 2010

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Yes my dear child, I believe in all that you say,
I am here to protect you from the “come what may”.
Your heart and soul was hurt from an unseen place,
But I am here now to wipe the tears from your face.

I know you could not tell me what scared you so bad,
Your dealing with it alone is what makes me so sad.
Know this my child and remember it well,
I know now and will protect you from that hell.

I wish I could take away the pain that you have had,
The best I can do now is to protect you from the bad.
Believe me when I say that the fault was not yours,
From what happened behind the closed doors.

Yes my dear child, I believe in all that you say,
I am here to protect you from the “come what may”.

Poem Style – Quatrain / Poem Catagory – Other
Written by Lady Kathleen

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Teeth

Date: January 28th, 2010

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I can’t say I don’t like my life,
For that would be far from the truth.
But there is one thing that bothers me so
And that was the day, I lost all my teeth.

It would not have been that bad,
If during the whole span of last year,
I didn’t cry all the time, from my despair,
And I could have at least, worn some false teeth.

Other than trying to eat, then could not,
It greatly effected how I looked.
I suddenly transformed from young woman,
Into the old grandma without any teeth.

So I hid myself away, in my own little world.
That way no one could see how I looked.
My family tried to encourage me a times.
But I didn’t want even them to see, me with no teeth.

A traumatic and miserable year has gone by.
And I put my family through many kinds of hell,
For it’s was very hard for them to stay close,
When I turned inside myself, because of teeth.

I changed overnight, from a lady that smiled,
To a scared person that always covered her mouth.
I would cry if I saw how I looked in a mirror,
Cause I hated how I looked without teeth.

I lived though one of the worse years I have known,
As it had taken me a whole year to finally mend.
My family was strained, but it getting better again,
Now that I say with a smile, “I have teeth”.

Poem Style – No Style Format / Poem Catagory – Personal
Written by Lady Kathleen

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A Sight In Camp (Walt Whitman)

A SIGHT in camp in the day-break grey and dim,
As from my tent I emerge so early, sleepless,
As slow I walk in the cool fresh air, the path near by the hospital
tent,
Three forms I see on stretchers lying, brought out there, untended
lying,
Over each the blanket spread, ample brownish woollen blanket,
Grey and heavy blanket, folding, covering all.

Curious, I halt, and silent stand;
Then with light fingers I from the face of the nearest, the first,
just lift the blanket:
Who are you, elderly man so gaunt and grim, with well-grey'd hair,
and flesh all sunken about the eyes?
Who are you, my dear comrade?

Then to the second I step--And who are you, my child and darling?
Who are you, sweet boy, with cheeks yet blooming?

Then to the third--a face nor child, nor old, very calm, as of
beautiful yellow-white ivory;
Young man, I think I know you--I think this face of yours is the face
of the Christ himself;
Dead and divine, and brother of all, and here again he lies.

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