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Irish Dancer On A Moonbeam
Dark hair, dyed light.
Your eyes - funny, gray, brown, green -
They speak to me of what you truly mean.
You seek shelter,
Love and understanding,
Acceptance of your peers,
Undemanding.
You protect, you smile,
You cry, you mother.
What you need to know,
Is that you'll never be a bother.
No matter your mood
(and you have many)
I can never forget
How my heart is filled with love.
That it is filled, I do not regret.
Young and full of life and hope.
On moon beams,
Little Irish dancer,
You dance through my dreams.
Memory takes me away:
Remembering your smiles.
Remembering your tears.
Forgetting the miles.
- Samantha L. Ward
To Denise Moiré Chapin, my Little Irish Dancer and my Little
Moonbeam.
February 7th, 2000
Forgetting Our Need
We are a forgotten family -
Bruised and battered.
By the courts a decree
Forever apart and scattered.
We gave what we could.
We give it no more.
He left as he would,
Ignoring our roar.
In anger I blanch.
I am red with frustration!
I keep steady my stance.
Yet see? I suffer castration.
Like a tease he's held out
Our future.
Following this inept route,
Our failure is sure!
What is this greed
That pushes him on?
Forgetting our need -
Motives so wrong.
- Samantha L. Ward [email protected]
http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Canyon/5812/
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