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Real..

Contributed by Always on Monday, 13th June 2005 @ 10:33:55 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

Well first there was one…….

Then there where two……..

And finally three…

They mean so much too me……

I know that for him you are the one.

I’ve never doubted…….

I’ve never thought…….

That you where not just like me.

It’s one thing I have always touted.

It’s one thing I never forgot.

Why is it when you speak…..I laugh…

You the only one who speaks…..

The only one who talks…….the only one who sounds.

Like me.

The things you say…straight through the heart…..

They will last.

For him……all through the coming weeks….

And Beyond.

As he grows by leaps and bounds.

He will have the life, and I will keep and love my part.

This has all happened so fast.

I can say that I hear, and I feel.

I listen, I watch and I see.

I’ve come to love Saturdays.

They are the only light in my week.

He is so…so……so….real…*s*…

I have no words to explain….what he means too me.

There is nothing that I can say.

Just that for him, I will never be weak.

For him, you…I….will never let his life leak.

I wish I had the memories that you do.

I wish I could say the things I feel.

I wish I could paint a picture…..

A picture of regret,

A picture of fear,

A picture of pride.

But I’m grasping….I rely on you.

To read is my daily meal.

I’m somewhere in the middle of concur and confer.

I remember the day we all met.

I remember the tear, and the sound in my ear.

I remember that day, it was quite a ride.

When all of a sudden he was there, he was alive.

Copyright Â© Always ... [ 2005-06-13 10:33:55]
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Re: Real.. (User Rating: 1 )
by MorningDove on Monday, 13th June 2005 @ 10:39:40 AM AEST
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And THAT would be a wonderful thing for your son.

Good luck.
Rita

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