My Mother
My Mother Whom Was Lost To Us In An Accident
I reached out for your hand today, only to realize you are so very far away.
I want to hug you, but your time with us is through.
Rick Hunter
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The Rain
The Beauty Of The RainThere's a simple beauty to the falling rain.
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The same kind of beauty you find in a child's smile, or a flower covered hillside terrain.
The sound of the rain falling on the roof above, -
The Butterfly
Beauty Of A Butterfly In Naturein Animal Poems
The butterfly is a thing to behold,
with colors more beautiful than gold.
Flying hour by hour,Featured Shared StoryYou are so right!! I live in the country, where nature is so obvious around us. We need to take time to smell the roses. It's a beautiful feeling.
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The Mirror
Poem On Getting OlderMy mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man staring back at me.
The face I recognized,Featured Shared StoryAs we get older, we look back and realize that age gradually snuck up on us. Once we take the time to look in the mirror, it is a startled realization about the facts we must face. This poem...
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Sometimes we have to grow up before we are ready, but it is something that can make us strong as we go through life. You have said it well in your poem.
I can empathize with the author. Life isn't always easy. Sometimes life throws things at us from all directions at one time until we wilt into a ball and shut ourselves away from the world. Our friends become vials of pills and bottles of liquor and we spiral out of control.