Ruth warren Poems

No-one is bad, no danger abounds,
all is pure, no horrible sounds.

Father Christmas is real and angels fly high,
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Tell me please why do you stare,
Is it my clothing or maybe my hair?
I have tried very hard to look tidy appealing,
So why do your eyes now look at the ceiling?
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Each night when he comes to me we lay there very still,
Not a word is spoken, not a word is said, of each we'll have our fill.
I feel he's hands around me as he draws me to he's skin,
The way I feel about him must surely be a sin.
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I love you more than words can say,
as my feelings for you grow deeper each day.
You warm me as the Sun's golden rays,
and hold me gently to soothe my pain.
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My family never believed in me,
they had no faith at all;
that I would ever become a success,
they were sure that I'd trip and fall.
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Desperate and confused,
alone in the darkness I sit;
saddened by the failure I am,
as another cigarette is lit.
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Depression envelopes my being,
its' tenticles wrapped tightly around
my mind and heart, dark and confused,
as it pulls me towards the ground.
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Oh how the beautiful memories flood
this Mom's heart, those ivories danced
at the command of your fingers, as the
music would start. Your little feet not
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In that old Hymn book her memories
stay, Grandma's weathered hands,
held this book so tight, every
Sunday, from it's torn pages she
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When sorrow is presented there's no alternative way,

Than to cry out to my Angel, who will save me another day.
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