Poetry

Not much

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To worry about today as I watch him jump in the puddles.

As if getting his jeans wet wasn’t a concern for him.

The freedom of getting so high with his jump and coming down was a thrill.

As the fun things in his life were a lot smaller than the list of things I had to get done were.

So getting dirty to have a moment of joy was worth it.

For he can always go home and throw them in the washing machine and call it a day.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Beauty come back to me!

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What started off so beautiful as the sunset

quickly turned so dark, and I couldn’t stop myself from walking right into the quicksand.

Soon it was dragging me down.

How did  I get so far away from  that beauty I once got so blinded by.

On a journey all on my own, I can’t let the darkness slip in through the

cracks of my life anymore.

So beauty when your ready to come back I will be waiting with  my lights on.

 

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2016 By Deirdre Stokes