Shirley Harrison Poems

This windy morn

has left its debris on my path
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I close my eyes and you are dead

on opening them
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I write because my soul is restless
even looking up at the moon
doesn't calm her
I know for a fact
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If anyone believes that marriage means

forever drinking champagne by sunset
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He's walking down the aisle
the biggest smile he ever wore
but it is not he
who will say
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In all the lifetime's I've had

and many more to come
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Does anyone know why in life
we do not get to choose our families
but we do get to choose those from outside whom we love?
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And as she waits patiently under damp dark ground
waiting for that one magical moment
just as the sun heats up
and an orchestra of feathered friends plays a tune for a lovely day in may
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I may be stubborn

but I'm also very proud
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A mystery of mysteries

this old life given to me
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