Kaila George Poems

Tentively I touch
The sobbing child
Will he flinch
Will he run
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I stood at the gravesite
Remembering days of old
As the memories of her cooking
Wafted through the house
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She was an icon in her own time
She sang like a nightingale
With the sweetest of sounds
As it cascaded through the air
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Death is quite
Stands, waiting, watching
As your life flash’s
Before your eyes
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I sit back and think
What do young ones really know?
How to be a mother
A friend who really knows
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The world is a stage
Were you learn how to play
And depending on your talent
You can express how you feel
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How often dose ones dream become reality
how often do we feel safe and sound
among-est. family and friends
how often does a stranger
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I long to touch the sands of our land
Were my ancestors and forefathers roamed?

Were my mother played and laughed in the sands
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I may not understand the wars
Or the fields of rotting corpses

I've read all the poems
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Have you ever walked through life
thinking you will never find the one
searching every day for the one
that would make your day
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