Michelle Parsons Poems

Do you know where freedom is found?
Is it in the sky or in the ground?
On the earth or in the sea?
A robin singing in a bare winter tree?
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One perfect girl, one perfect child,
Beaten by words, far from mild,
Ridden to her home, to study at day,
Much to her mothers’ disgust and dismay.
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Stood alone, in a crowded room,
Hoping that no people will arrive very soon.
While masses of decorations, hang from nowhere,
The busy room, appears really bare.
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Frozen and anxious,
All alone,
I’m searching for something,
That’s still left unknown,
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