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Faustina Marie Poems
A mother's love Wraps around you like the wind, Invisible, incomprehensible, and inescapable- Not that you would want to escape
Lovely, lovely, lovely; They say that you are lovely I see the sparkling in your eyes
I hear the screams now, Before, the sound of the explosion Deafened me. Now, the last piercing sound
Torn in half, I spit into the wind Fully aware of the consequence, The saliva slapping my cheek Displacing mascara polluted tears
I don't remember much About Ivy anymore, but I know she was my best friend.
If thoughts and troubles were my ocean, Daily life my mainland isle, You would be the rock rising bravely Off shore a quarter mile
Ignorance; The Loss Is Yours
My hint was more than that, My words were less vague than Had my thoughts spilled out before you
Maybe I've become too attatched, too entraced, I can't keep you from my consciouness, Sleep has meandered and delayed itself Steeping me in your abscence,
Storm Tossed Soul
I turn away Unable to bare anymore Of the sorrow I can't seem to dissolve
For Ever More
I know it. I know the pain that weighs you down The dark heavy chain ensnaring your heart And weaving around all your limbs
The body is strong it has the drive, the hidden reserve to keep going, to push further
Not Worth A Single Breath
Conflict is undesirable Defense is difficult Contempt seems condemning
Yes, But Why?
I know we've chosen seperate paths and those paths may never cross again, I know I've taken twists and turns While you've stared blindly straight ahead
Follow the worn stone path And duck under the low hanging branch Then reach, Reach for the heavens however you can;
Comments about Faustina Marie
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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A mother's love
Wraps around you like the wind,
Invisible, incomprehensible, and inescapable-
Not that you would want to escape
In fact, she is an escape:
A word of advice
A warm embrace
An angel's forgotten cooing
She embodies compassion
And the will to do good.
My mother... Is wonderful
Her smiles and laughs color my vision
I will never forget the feel
Of how precisely she French braids my hair
(though it will only be slept on) .
My mother is warmth,
Smiles, friendship, and
Homemade pajama pants.
My mother is...