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Hoodies and Hope
I remember being wrapped up In an over-sized hoodie Folding in on myself, As I ignored God’s quiet whisper To come home. Now here I am Staring at the hazy walls of the hospital As I wait for news. The sun is setting and The humidity is like a curtain. I’m trying to balance Who I was yesterday And the storms I now face. I trace the gold anchor Wrapped around my neck. Hope– That one word. I know I’ll make it through somehow. I know You’ll always love me Even when the hoodies are gone. I know You’ll never leave me Even when I run Down the hall, Looking…
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My Butterfly, My Muse~A Poem For My Sister
Her hair streaked with gold, Glistening in the sun. Her aviators shining, Reflecting the wonder in my face. She is that girl, The tan blonde with boot-cut jeans And soulful eyes. My butterfly, my muse. In all her forms she is lovely, Her laugh trickling down my spine Like water. An Eskimo kiss to send her off To the land where dreams are falling stars. And as they wave past, I see the twinkle in her heavy eyes. Just don’t fly too far My butterfly, my muse. Written by Emily Smith at fearfullywonderfullyme.com, 2016 © I hope you liked this poem! I love my big sister and have always admired her beauty…
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