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My Mother

Date: July 30th, 2010

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My Mother

Thank goodness I have the mother I have because you see,
I don’t think any other mother would have put up with me.

When I was young before I was one I had a tumor in my eye,
The doctors told my mom “now don’t let her cry”,
If I had cried I would have totally lost my sight,
But thanks to my Mother I can see alright.

When I was a teen I was invited to my first prom,
I was outfitted like a princess all thanks to my Mom.

When I grew older and had kids of my own,
And it seemed trouble times were blown,
And when all seemed lost – it was mom I could call,
She would make me feel loved like when I was small.

Now that I am older and my kids are all gone,
It is mom that I call in the morning dawn.

I don’t think any mother could have loved me more,
And Mom are the person I love and adore.

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Written by Lady Kathleen

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For Mom on Mother’s Day

This is Beautiful Mom in High School

This is Me (Kathleen) in High School

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Reflections of the Past

Date: June 8th, 2010

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It was a desperate time when despair was consuming,
It seemed as nothing in the world was real.
Only a short time before most everything seemed good.
Then everything in the whole world lost its appeal.

To explain how one can cause extreme pain to another
with only a few words would be fruitless indeed.
So know this, at one point in my life this did happen to me
Then my mind, at that moment, could do nothing but concede.

To concede, to give up, to loose control of one’s mind
To feel lost in a world, to be so alone, to feel empty inside.
These are all things that bring about the final despair,
With only one thought, wanting the pain to subside.

Some go past the point, where it is all in the mind,
That is what I did, but thanks to my son I am not dead.
For it was his voice I heard, from half way around the world,
I love you Mom, don’t leave Me., is all he said.

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

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Royal Family

Date: June 3rd, 2010

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I remember Mom and the stories she told.
The best was the one at the young age of nine.
In the family tree of Queens and Kings.
Mom said, “You are from a Royal Blood Line.

Before she can start I would say with excite.
Tell me the story of castles and things.
Mom said, “You are from a Royal Blood Line.
In the family tree of Queens and Kings.

Tell me some more, for I want to believe.
That this really could be mine.
In the family tree of Queens and Kings.
Mom said, “You are from a Royal Blood Line.

As I drift off to sleep that night,
I hear her voice as it sings.
Mom said, “You are from a Royal Blood Line.
In the family tree of Queens and Kings.

Poem Style – Mirrored Refrain / Poem Catagory – Family
Written by Lady Kathleen

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In search of the Mystery

Date: April 19th, 2010

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I search the area like a detective of sorts,
Not the kind of the all mighty courts.
A clue here a clue there of the emotions she rides,
The hardest to detect is those feeling she hides.

Don’t push to hard for the emotion to show,
For pushing to hard would make me a foe.
I sit and watch as the world goes up then goes down,
When all I want is smiles but I see another frown.

I catch another glimpse of a emotion or two,
I give you a hug which might help give you clue.
Searching for clues is not all that I do,
I teach what I can to the student that’s new.

Of course you will find many hats that I wear,
Being a judge is hardest for me I can swear.
I’m also a cop to protect you through time,
Also a maid to clean up that old grime.

Doctor and Lawyer I can be when you need,
Can also be a muse that planted that seed.
With all of my jobs in this world I do hold,
a Mystery now I would like to unfold.

Who in this world could this person be?
I am MOM can’t you see?

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

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Famous Poem

Winter Memories (Henry David Thoreau)

Within the circuit of this plodding life
There enter moments of an azure hue,
Untarnished fair as is the violet
Or anemone, when the spring stew them
By some meandering rivulet, which make
The best philosophy untrue that aims
But to console man for his grievances.
I have remembered when the winter came,
High in my chamber in the frosty nights,
When in the still light of the cheerful moon,
On the every twig and rail and jutting spout,
The icy spears were adding to their length
Against the arrows of the coming sun,
How in the shimmering noon of winter past
Some unrecorded beam slanted across
The upland pastures where the Johnwort grew;
Or heard, amid the verdure of my mind,
The bee's long smothered hum, on the blue flag
Loitering amidst the mead; or busy rill,
Which now through all its course stands still and dumb
Its own memorial, - purling at its play
Along the slopes, and through the meadows next,
Until its youthful sound was hushed at last
In the staid current of the lowland stream;
Or seen the furrows shine but late upturned,
And where the fieldfare followed in the rear,
When all the fields around lay bound and hoar
Beneath a thick integument of snow.
So by God's cheap economy made rich
To go upon my winter's task again.

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