cora fazio Poems

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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