Kathleen Kirkpatrick Poems

I know not the fate of what lies ahead
there seems such an emptiness instead.
So, here I'll stop to 'skent' a rhyme.
Traveling through time, to a certain place in mind:
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As I look back
(One question grandma, were you really there?)
... Do come back...
On the eve of my indecision of my life when I
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There is a certain peace of mind
To know this place; to have this time
To be alone within myself Alone inside, alone...
so free: Here, is where I'd rather be.
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