cheryl davis miller Poems

This morn I awoke and did find
a sight that truly blows my mind.
I'm finding it hard to convey
exactly what I've seen today.
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The mother walked away
with an exasperated smile.
She’d been trying to wean her daughters
from the bottle for a while.
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Just like a feather on the wind;
falling so softly to the ground.
With no control; at natures whim
a falling feather makes no sound.
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A winding pathway calling come,
beneath the trees.
Looks much less welcoming for some
you cannot please.
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If I should strive, I would strive for,
simplicity.
Then trust that less, is truly more,
so let it be.
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It seems like time is flying by.
tick tock-tick tock
Can't snip times wings though we may try.
can't dock-can't dock
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our roles can change; from day to day.

Who should lead who should follow
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Thank You Lord, for the enjoyment,
of watching my little white hens.
Eating those rotten tomatoes
and the much over ripe melons.
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At the Blue Bird Cafe,
many years ago.
A stranger stopped in,
for a cup of jō.
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Met a Lady called Mrs. S.
I would tell of her graciousness.
Of all her virtues I could speak.
She's giving, kind and most times meek.
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