Chelsea DeVries Poems

Grandpa,
How much I wish you were still here...
Are you able to hear me, even now,
Standing on the other side of
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Love me for who I have become,
Not for who I was.
Love me for my natural beauty,
Not for my plastered beauty.
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The most complicated element of life to understand.
Does he love me?
Maybe yes.
Maybe no.
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'So are you going? '
That was Ashley,
Standing in the kitchen doorway in a T-shirt and socks.
At twenty-one my sister was a petite five-four,
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Footprints
are like mirrors,
reflecting their owner.
The path of life
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I am from God,
made in his image,
created from dirt and made with love.
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The rose
Blossoms from a small seed.
Becomes something everyone
Loves.
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Yes, that's right.
This is about YOU.
I just can't seem
To get up and on
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Helps you hunt me down
but prohibits you from speaking,
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How was I to know
I'd fall,
for your good looks and charm?
How was I to know
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