Stephanie Collins Poems

A chrysanthemum grows
from the instant it is conceived
up until the moment nature decides
its life must end.
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It is heartbreaking to be eleven years old
and hear your mother screaming for help
in the middle of the night.
It is disheartening when you go to see what has happened
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That Single, Solitary Grain of Sand
sticks to the sandal that tread upon it.
Feels elated; it has finally found a way to
escape
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