Sandy Brady Breault Poems

Hey dad, it's your daughter Sandy, yes your favorite one of the three
You'd say Sandy, I love all of my daughters the same, then you'd smile and wink at me

Just kidding Kristi and Donna, don't have a cow, dad loved you too
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Inspiration fails me, no motivation to put my thouughts into words. Is my passion for life gone? How sad that would be for me. Roses no longer have that sweet aroma that they once did. Light rain on my face now reminds me of tears, when not long ago, it reminded me of natures remarkable beauty

Does the sun not shine as bright as it once did?
Isn't the sky missing some of its stars when night falls upon us?
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I thought my words were just letters on a page
They had no meaning, love, laughter or rage

You read them and felt that there was real pain inside me
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