cheryl davis miller Poems

I got a call just the other day
that really, 'blew my mind'.
I will share the story with you so,
a moral you may find.
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When I was a child in the hills of West Virginia,
Christmas was a special time of year.
Long lost loved ones gathered at Grandmas.
Those from far away and those near.
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I don’t think that I ask for much
I don’t believe it’s greed.
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Why should it be that family
would be the cause of pain to me?
Those the closest that I know;
would deal this painful blow?
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I gaze at the picture an I see;
that he was her darling boy.
At first it seemed very sad to me;
but then I see signs of joy.
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I live in the midst of Amish country.
Their wares for sale on signs I see.
Quilts, maple syrup, eggs and many things.
Some sell rockers and pretty porch swings.
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Old things have passed away behold;
all things have been made new.
Words Jesus spoke to all of us
including me and you.
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Another, casualty of war.
The face’s, wear an empty look.
Old eye’s that do not meet your gaze.
Scars that cannot be miss-took.
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Your Mommie, and I both prayed for a girl,
We believed, that so it would be,
So with confidence, in your being a girl,
We named you, Eden Marie,
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I once watched a lady struggle with her groceries.
She could not see the curb nor the dangers.
I reached out to help her she drew away saying,
' I'm not depending on the kindness of strangers.'
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