Parish Amos
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LONELY DAYS Sadness crawled like a snake The moon ceased her light And the stars hide for shame The cricket stopped their warming noise As tears stream down my sagging cheeks All good to honor a lonely poise. Lonely nights They are dark and silent Only the dining sound of my plights No moon to shine No stars to play I become a deadly-sorrowful shrine.
When you look at your kids what do you see in their eyes, the dreams, ambition, how great they will be? This poem captures that wonderful moment between a mother and her kid. Happy read. MY BABY MY PRIDE. Shining, shining in your eyes Are all the stars of the skies, Blazing bright in their thrilling tide, Whilst my baby smiles at their ride. Dimples on the cheeks Getting brighter at my glimpse. In a thousand years, my love will not shy, And I will care more even when y...
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