Carolyn Brunelle Poems

Her image fades. . .
But her love lingers on;
Just as burning embers
Have the power to bring warmth
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Nothing to inspire;
Expectancy
With no fruit,
A blank page
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I gasped
When I read.
A part of me
Couldn’t grasp it at all.
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Your mama must be so proud
Of you saying such things
Most wouldn’t utter in private,
Much less say out loud.
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