Almedia Knight-Oliver Poems

REJOICE!

O’ the early dawn spills through the blind
The window and all around
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Despite what happen, I push on
Breaking down all the solid walls
Rising up like the break of dawn
Feeling like I am ten feet tall
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You, the flower of life,
Created in our image,
Nurtured in my womb.
Outside talk was about a blue boy
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My darling looks at the hands on the clock
keeping pace with time, as yet, to
wait for you and me, so come on!
Let’s just turn back the hands:
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Traveling eastward on highway 13, passing
uninhabited-it seems- railroad tracks
and quaint white churches, steeples
humbly making signs of the cross.
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There she sits in the midst of my garden
beneath the roses and poses;
delighting in the daffodils like those on the hill.
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For quite some times…my beloved seems
to misunderstand things we've done
and what to do about those things.
I've grown weary sitting in that tempest pot
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As we cowardly grow old
As we sit nodding as our books sneak to the floor
As we rock and talk of to sleep
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Watching some aged and thinking about the many
the health care system can't hold.

Giving praise to passing parents, their young, inwardly
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Holding tight to hope, like holding a quivering bird relieving fear.
Hope, the dream I dream.
Love turned into pain, yet I know, to hope is to risk pain.
The plans we planned are slowly slipping through our fingers
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