Alfred Ramos Poems
- A Mother's Love I held her hand as tight as I could Even ...
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- ***dead And Gone I didn’t attend your funeral I hated you ...
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- A New Life All alone in the pouring rain Carrying nothing ...
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Living somewhere between fantasy and reality, in the state of confusion, in a little town this side of paradise, I call God's Little Acre. Passions beside this, Softball coach for 25 years, running, from what I don't know, but it keeps me fit. Traveling, next stop Peru. more »
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A Mother's Love
I held her hand as tight as I could
Even though I knew it would not do much good
Her breath was shallow and weak
If only my eyes could speak
She would see I felt just as much pain
And the tears I’m trying to contain
I don’t want her to know
I’m having a real problem letting her go
That a piece of me was dying too
As another side of darkness was slipping through
Her pulse was dull, her color was lead
Her skin was clammy, as I wiped perspiration off her head
You could find adoration seeping through her pores
For a mother’s love opens many doors
An aura ...