New Poetry Book: Ramblings of the Heart

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My poetry book is finally out! Ramblings of the Heart!

My Little Baby

Zelda

I sit here looking through old photos, toys, and memories.

I look at you as you grew, and I think,

Where did my baby go?

My little girl, so grown up with a mind of her own.


I miss the days of snuggles and rocking you to sleep. 

I miss your giggles and your nonsense words.


I can’t stop you from growing, 

and I can’t stop you from getting hurt,

but mommy will be here no matter what.

Loving you and snuggling you,

just like I did when you were my little baby. 


You will always be my little baby girl.

Everything Ends

Everything must come to an end.

No matter how much work has been done.

No matter how much time has been given.

Everything must come to an end.

Sadness envelopes me as it ends.

A chapter of my life, which has gotten me through so many challenging times.

All of my work is gone in an instant.

Friendships, stories, development gone.

Where do we go from here, and how do I overcome this crushing defeat?

All things end, but I wish they didn’t have to.

Always Alone

alone

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Penny

I look at you, and I see Penny.

I hug you and imagine it’s her.

I know this is wrong, but I miss her so much.

I know she would want me to love another dog.

I know she wants me to adopt more and love more.

It’s not fair to you to compare you to her.  

My Penny is gone and my Harper is here. 

I am sorry my dear, I love you too.

Saying goodbye is always so hard.

Good Friends

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Good Friends

What do you want from a good friend?

What do you expect from a good friend?

A friend should always have your back.

A friend should stand by you and support you.

However, a good friend will support you,

They will also tell you when you are wrong. 

They call you out and give you advice, 

Even if it’s not what you want to hear.

Good friends should be treasured.

Good friends are hard to find.

Don’t be angry with them for telling you the truth.

Be thankful for they are the only ones who truly care.

Scream and Yell

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Some might say I’m mean.

Some might say I’m loud.

People will say anything to hurt you.

They will make you question who you are,

And what you stand for.

They say you’re the mean one.

You might be loud and yell.

You might scream and curse,

But sometimes you need to.

You need to yell, scream, fight!

You need to be loud!

They may think you are being mean, but who cares!

When people are bullied, tormented, and wronged.

You have to stand up!

You have to give them a voice when they have none.

You have to yell, scream, and fight!

You have to stand up!

You have to give them a voice when they have none.

Each Morning

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Each morning the sun comes up.

A new blessing to the world.

Each day, a new beginning.

A joyous day to start a new

New promises, a chance to change.

Be a better person.

Make a difference in your life.

Make a difference in someone else’s life. 

Each morning the sun comes up.

A new blessing to the world.

You are the star shining bright.

Bring this light into the world.

A Drift

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Lost in a drift.

Out to sea.

On my own.

It’s where I am meant to be.

I float aimlessly,

On my own.

Lost in a world,

A shadow over all.

People look on,

They wave as I float on.

But no one stops to pull,

Me from the water.

I drift on.

Some will say

The water is only,

In my mind.

Some will swear they called.

Out to me.

But in the end.

All is silent.

And Then There’s Me

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And then there’s me. 

Watching all of you. 

And I am left on the side looking on. 

With no one. 

Is the way others feel when they are left out.

We want to belong so badly and then troubled when we are not. 

Does the jealousy grow or just the feeling and fear of being forgotten?

Forgotten

Jealous of their happiness but you don’t want to be forgotten.

You watch the connections growing and you know they are not growing with you.

You pray that they would but you kid yourself.

You want it more and more but you can’t keep up.

You feel you are a failure and you just don’t know what to do.

You want to be this person but in truth you are not.

You have this picture of yourself in your head but it is not really you.

I want to be the kind of person people come to when they need help.

The person who doesn’t get mad but I see everyone leaving me behind.

I am not that person; I am jealous I get angry.

I wish I had the connections you have but I don’t.

I want to scream please, Don’t Forget Me but you do, anyway.

What the point of saying anything when I say it you push me away more.

Because I have already forgotten.