Almedia Knight-Oliver Poems

From his water home, miles over miles then
Meeting his dove, cooing and wooing and
Cradling her in his arms, then breaking -up ashore.
The very next day, though different, returning
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Worn and tired

wind blown
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Remembering he who walked dirt roads.
Mounted knolls to reach her house. By ways,
where heaps of fruits lay in ruins. Memories of
ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
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Your joyful smile; your joyful laughter, and your caring for others permeated the community in which you lived and worked.

My eyes never grew weary of your glowing smile,
But now, my eyes are swimming in a river of tears, and
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Our love rose in the fall of golden leaves, when
rough winter roots for gentle plants in spring.
We were planted in earth and grew and blossomed
When I pass, place a rose petal on my grave
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Love is in the air…it's every where:
tree swaying in the breeze
thousand points of light
bright giving all delight
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When I look in the mirror,
I see your face.

When I eat biscuits,
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When These Hands-

Reach out to you, yours
remain at your side,
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Papa always picked the smallest doll:
Movable legs and arms held
together by rubber bands.
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Look not at wilted garden were
roses and gardenias once grew-
that infurtle place were fresh
firm fruits once flowed and
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