Linda Burns Poems

Ah, the Poet is a lover
but he's shy to a degree
so he puts his love in verse
and holds it out to you and me.
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I post my poems here because my mother asked me to.
I am not comfortable exposing me to you.
And passing judgment on your poems doesn't seem right.
This confuses me and I'm too tired to fight.
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Babe, I have to go now.
You know I have no choice.
I thought I'd not ask for promises
But stay still and hear my voice.
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Tiny little mouse,
running 'round my room
search near and far
for something to consume.
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When I grow up I am going to be big and strong.
My arms will have muscles; my legs will be powerful and long.
I won't hurt children and they will not be afraid.
They will often think what a good friend I have made.
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The Road of Life IS dark and hard

When traveled long unaided;
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When I was no longer really young
but still self-centered
My mother would ask me to massage her back.
I would consent
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She stands there firmly rooted to the ground
While her bare arms reach, searching toward the winter sky.
Beyond her arms extend her naked, empty fingers.
Unwearied; she knows some one will come to dress her.
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How gracious you are, Lord,
to your children below.
We worship your name, Lord,
and we hope that you know;
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