Joyce Ann Simms Poems

One day I was walking and talking to myself, as I was walking I found
myself to be talking aloud, because everyone else was staring and listening.
But I noticed in particular this one rigid old lady who had a strange discouraging look
upon her face. At this time I put aside my own feelings only to stop and honor
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Looking out my window and what do I see,
A mother and child walking hand in hand
down the street
Where is the father? Strong, bold yet sweet.
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To you with a heart so warm and tender
who embraces me with words to remember.

On this day I give you my all in all,
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