Carol Contino Poems

Addictions, afflictions, contradictions and more...
they made us so weak, until we finally hit the floor.
And what do we do, each time they make us fall?
We pass that stuff around like gifts found at the mall.
We pass them along, so quiet and so quick;
we get so much relief, while we make each other sick.
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Father and son if you could only see
the awesome spirit that surrounds both of thee
Right now is the time; there can’t be any other.
Even the heart, the soul, and the love of a mother
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Breathe one day it came to me although I don’t know how……
…..and then there was that sound.
The sound of muffled moans of pain, the sound of panic too.
But through it all two sounds stayed loud, the sounds of me and you.
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