Kathleen Wilson Poems

These hands hide my eyes from my fears
When I'm crying
These hands wipe my tears
These hands hold all my dreams
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She opens her eyes, to see the new day.
Although she may still be tired, she rises anyway.
The sorrow is gone now, So is the pain.
So long.
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Don't judge me, for I am just like you.
I can feel, I can love and I can cry too.

Don't curse me, for I have done you no wrong.
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I like who I am today,
Don't wanna hide.
Don't wanna run away,
I'm finally free.
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He cries in the night,
I rush to his side.
He walks on his own,
I look on with pride.
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Remember when you where a kid?
When riding a bike was the best thing to do?
Remember when laying in the sun, for a moment, was called resting?
Remember when being strong ment having big muscles?
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