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Susan Oxford Poems
Fire and Flower
Embers smoke with wisps of grey the flame reduced to coal, The flower folds its petals in to protect its hurting soul.
She gazes out her window at the boundless rolling green, Dark shadows cross her mind hope and happiness unseen.
Lost and Found
The grass is green as he strolls along a familiar path he is comfortable on. The road meanders, sloping up and down he knows each view, each smell, each sound.
I lie here alone, feeling blue, my arms, my heart they ache for you. I miss your closeness so very much, your smile, your kiss, your loving touch.
Love Among the Leaves
Together we stroll, hand in hand, awash in the beauty of this autumn land. The colors so bright-yellow and red, covering the ground with a leafy bed.
You Are My World
You fill me with a warm and rising passion: You are my sunshine. You lift me high to see the beauty in my life:
Each day as the sun rises I think of you I smile at what we soon will do. I stretch, I yawn, become awake Think of the love we soon will make.
Lines of Life
I sit on the patio and look at you I think of the things that we've been through. I look at the age on your face Not one line would I erase.
A second glass opens up my mind to darker thoughts best left behind. Leads me to past thoughts of dread, spilling out words best left unsaid.
Heart to Heart
You lift my chin and gaze at me, your thumb brushes my cheek. I hold my breath and wait to see what words to me you will speak.
The road meanders like a familiar song taking me back to where I belong. For months I have felt so alone, at last, for good, I'm going home.
The time has come to see the end, my broken heart can not be mend. Loose the tethers and set me free, Time to move toward eternity.
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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Fire and Flower
Embers smoke with wisps of grey
the flame reduced to coal,
The flower folds its petals in
to protect its hurting soul.
The spark that gives the fire life
has blown to a distant shore,
The flower sits alone, forgotten
the fire's warmth soothes no more.
The flower weeps in restless sleep
dreams of the flame she misses much,
While the flame recalls with a heavy heart
the flower that loved its touch.
Then on a breeze of cool air
the spark blows back to home,
To warm the air the flower needs
to wake its sleeping bloom.
And as the ...