Rosi Caswell Poems

The menopause is changing life.

It brings many women enormous strife.
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You said there'd be Rubies.
You said there'd be Gold.
You said there'd be Emeralds
To have & to hold.
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Eh?
What's that you said?
Oh dearie me,
You told me the vicar's coming to tea.
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The wolf she keens on hilltop high,
Howling her song to the moon.
The secret that she carries is nigh,
And she needs to share it soon.
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There are many types of courage
On the complicated circle of life.
For some it appears to flow easily,
Without stress, trauma and strife.
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Trudging through the snow
In the cold and dark of night,
With fairy crystals hanging from boughs
And hedges groaning ‘neath shroud of white.
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Remember me? Remember me?

From ages long since gone.
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The greatest battles since days of old,

We hear the stories now and then,
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You came as I knew you would.

Soaring both, high above in the sky,
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We have a language that is ours,

Which you and I we "own".
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