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Lord, give me the Strength

/ Nancy Ann (poem, poetry, paranormal fiction, science fiction and academic writing.) / Leave a comment
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Lord, give me the Strength
So much time in the day.
So much to do and yet so little time.
The hours tick away, and yet so much more to do.
The guilt I feel, when in don't spend enough time with them.
The guilt I feel, when I need to work.
The guilt I feel, when I am just too tired to move.

Lord, give me the strength to give them the mom they deserve. 
Work and life, but all I wanted was to be a mom.
Feeling lazy and wishing I had more time.
More time to spend with them, more to give them.
The life I didn't have and the life I want for them.

So much time in the day.
So much to do and yet so little time.
The hours tick away, and yet so much more to do.
The guilt I feel, when in don't spend enough time with them.
The guilt I feel, when I need to work.
The guilt I feel, when I am just too tired to move.

Lord, give me the strength to give them the mom they deserve.

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Ghost of a Life that is Not Mine

/ Nancy Ann (poem, poetry, paranormal fiction, science fiction and academic writing.) / Leave a comment
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Ghost of a Life That is Not Mine
What have I done wrong,
To keep me from your mind?
Forgotten and left aside,
A memory of one who came before.

A ghost of a life that was not mine.
A memory of one who shares my face.
Lost in an endless tide, reaching but never touching.

Summers in the sun, the surf at our feet.
Summers in the sand, drawing, and laughing.
Summers on the street, bikes and games and more.

A ghost of a life that was not mine.
A memory of one who shares my face.
Lost in an endless tide, reaching but never touching.
 
My childhood lost in a daze
My Innocence long since forgotten
My memories fade away.

A ghost of a life that was not mine
A memory of one who shares my face.
Lost in an endless tide, reaching but never touching.

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