Claudine Cerra Blevins Poems

In the backwoods of the country, roamed a child so long ago.
Dreaming dreams that only, a little child can know.
Like the birds and butterflies, pictures painted on their wings.
The beauty all around, stirred the heart, set it to sing.
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She couldn't understand, the lonely hours, the pain within.
She looked to find the answers, only silence then.
Endless hours stretched on, as she waited day by day.
With tears and lonely heart, she looked to God to pray.
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