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About This Author
I am a 40 year old married mother of two teenage boys. I live for writing, especially romance. Love the happily ever after scenerio. The best thing about writing for me is the ability to lose yourself in your work, and feel as if you've accomplished something great. At the end of the day, that's all that really matters.
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Poisoned Purple Pen #680032 added December 15, 2009 at 9:25pm
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For Coop
My darling I ask of you not to leave
Consumed, alone in our bed while I grieve
My heart shattered a million times over
Bearing the thought, the loss of my lover
I hear them calling, our brave little men
And wish to God I had hope once again
Your picture it sits on the dresser right there
I can’t help but sit and get lost as I stare
For only a moment the pain goes away
But again, I quickly get lost in the fray
Days turn to night and continue to blend
Doing my best to find solace in friends
It’s not enough, for all I can see
The one I want, isn’t here with me
The pain is almost too much to bear
My love, my life, is no longer there.
And then I hear it, the brave ones they call
Their vibrant voices echo from down the hall.
Finally, it hits me, and I can clearly see
In them, is a big part of you and me.
That was my contribution to the Rhyming Poetry Campfire.
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