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Three little bubbles
And salt against my lips.
Feeling weightless,
Fish at my finger tips.
What once was cold,
Slowly becomes warm.
And the sea..
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The good I’ve seen from the quarantine
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My son is the namesake for my Uncle Ron Dean who died of cancer at 49. This is dedicated to them.
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Rest in Peace Sammy Sue
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Sparkling eyes,
Oh those baby blues.
Nothing but burning,
When I’m with you.
You’re my lifeline,
My reason.
My only purp..
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Pink baby blues
I sit here with a tear,
getting rid of little tutus.
And little pink elephants,
replace them all with blue.
I feel l..
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Pitter patter,
goes your little feet.
You're growing so fast,
We cannot wait to meet.
Precious little one,
you are the world to me.
I pro..
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“Hold out your hands.”
A calming voice spoke.
“Put them in your face,
Get ready to take note.”
The world was d..
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Home,
Where is it?
Is it even really
there,
Or is it just my
imagination?
It’s just my
imagination.
Where I am now is not
for..
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Will I ever be truly happy?I sit here wishing and wishing for a life of gold.Not having to live with secrets untold.But dancing with memories as they ..
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