Deborah Ashdown Poems
|2.||The Homeless Man||2/20/2006|
|3.||Life Can Be?||2/22/2006|
|4.||How I Long||2/22/2006|
|5.||I Have No Regrets||2/23/2006|
|6.||My Bed-Room, My Play-Room||2/25/2006|
|9.||Not Enough Time||2/12/2006|
|12.||I Love You||2/12/2006|
|18.||My Friend Duncan||2/17/2006|
|22.||My Lost Love||2/14/2006|
|24.||My Magic Box||2/12/2006|
|25.||A Day Outside||2/13/2006|
|26.||I Hate You Daddy||2/12/2006|
|28.||My True Love||2/22/2006|
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My True Love
When you're in pain, I will endure pain.
When you cry, I will perceive your sorrow.
When you're ill, I will restore your health.
When you're cold, I will be your insulation.
When you feel hunger, I will nourish you.
When you're weak, I will be your strength.
When you no longer breath, I will harbour your memory.
When you stray, I will forgive you.
When you shout, I will not rise to your holler.
When you want to be alone, I will permit you space.
When you no longer feel love, I will not blame you.
When you argue, I will not strike back.
When you no longer ...
How I Long
Earth was once a foundation of beauty.
Created for the human race to digest and acknowledge.
Green pastures, animals grazing on their fodder.
Children sat in sunshine making daisy chains.
Magnitude of country-side that extended for miles.
Flowers to admire and not to be unearthed.
Earth is no longer a foundation of beauty.
Human race as seen to that!