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Who is this aging woman I see in the mirror?
Who is this woman with the tear filled eyes?
Who is this woman with the broken heart?
Who is she? Is it Me?
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The greatest love is never spoken out loud.
It is spoken within the soul.
It is the gardeners hand tilling the sod and
planting the seed.
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Grandmas Garden was the best in town.
Roses big, flowing to the ground.
She worked and tolled everyday.
While we were children busy at play.
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I was looking at my hair today
to check that it's just right.
Then to my amazement and wonder,
I saw a shocking site.
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i'm sorry that i hurt you mom.
i'm sorry that you cry.
i'm sorry that i never
took time to say good-bye.
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I used to play with pies of mud.
I'd place on icing of flower buds.
My sister and I would play for hours.
We'd pick so many of our mothers flowers.
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Please tell me how to understand,
this compass you placed in my hand.
Should my path go where the arrow points?
Or should my way be mine?
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Today the sun is shining so bright,
like a shiny new penny.
But within my soul a thunderstorm
is erupting, like a mighty volcano.
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God with your loving hands you touched this
hard clay packed earth.
And beauty sprang forth without applaud.
Please bless me with the gentle touch
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We may be parted from those we love.
Us here on Earth, them up above.
But what we need to remember today.
Our loves are only a breath away.
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Dear God in Heaven
How two little words could change my world.
From pleasant to sad and heartbreaking.
From Bright sun shining, bird singing, happy.
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To my Mother and Son who now live in my memories

If I could travel back in time,
my bags I'd pack right now.
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Walking along a busy street,
I saw a small boy playing the violin.
Looking down on the sidewalk,
I saw his basket with a few coins.
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Moss will grow on things, the sunlight never sees.
Deep in the shade beyond the light everywhere is moss to see.
My heart is broken in pieces
with a hole never to be filled.
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A storm is brewing on the Horizon of my soul.
Even though the sun is shining, I can
feel the distant drums of thunder.
As they rumble inside my heart.
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My soul is old and tattered,
worn through in one large spot.
Patches of Love hold it together,
without which I'd be not.
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Have you seen God?
Now are you sure?
Have you looked about,
then looked no more?
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We left you at the Station.
You got off way to soon.
When you thought that it was midnight.
It was only noon.
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Shuffling here or shuffling there.
Everyones in a hurry there's no time to spare.
No smiles on their faces, with no one to care.
Running in races to get to that sale.
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Quiet, whispering, silence show me peace.
Wind blowing through the leave laden branches.
Show me the way.
Oceans peaceful song, sing me to sleep.
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