Lynda Bracegirdle Poems

As years pass by - I remember,
Birthdays with you that we shared,
The gifts and the flowers we could give you,
Letting you know that we cared.
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Your past is here in picture form,
Some pristine and others worn,
Memories you can't replace,
Cameos, in time and space,
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My art is in my head, instead of on the page,
Perhaps, just like my eyesight - it diminishes with age.
I still have imagination; it can take me anywhere,
Surfing down a waterfall, or flying in the air.
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