Deep in darkness, pools of dreams, tomorrow's light, never what it seems
I watched you grow from laughter, easy love, no question joy made up us
Sitting next to me, yet so far apart, nothing hurts like a mother' heart
Time, faith, where does it go? Little by little life tests our souls
How do I miss you when you're so near, my baby, my sweetheart dear?
Gone to a place so deep inside, I struggle to find words to hide
How much I miss my baby so true, how much I love my sweet baby blue
I can not fix what this world has done, I can't undo the words once spun
From mouths of fools there will always be, cowardly minds, unkind deeds
When you walk down your path alone whether I'm here, I am your home
How much I miss my baby so true, how much I love my sweet baby blue
Your heart so tender, your mind confused, I can't fix what's breaking you
Time, faith, where does it go? Little by little life tests our souls
How do I miss you when you're so near, my baby, my sweetheart dear?
Gone to a place so deep inside, I struggle to find words to hide
How much I miss my baby so true, how much I love my sweet baby blue
About the Creator
ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)
~ American feminist living in Sweden ~ SHE/HER
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Conquering
My heart softened just enough to allow a momentary dash of surrender to embellish me. It came over me like a fleeting amount of delirium where forgiveness seemed plausible, that is, as possible as rewriting history can be. I felt as if all could be erased, null and void.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)about a year ago in Poets
A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶3 days ago in Petlife
Comments (9)
Oh this was PACKED with some strong emotions!
Oh I loved this! Dripping with emotion and the sense of memories. Wonderful job!
Heartfelt and solid.
This was so poignant and emotional. Loved your poem!
The hardest part of parenting is watching our children suffer. It never gets easier, not even when they’re mature adults with children and lives all their own. Beautiful, deeply felt poetry, ROCK!
watching our children grow up- wanting to protect them and keep them from harm- it's hard to see what the world does to them. this is a beautiful poem ❤️
such deep pain in your words, I really like this, tres bonne!!
Beautiful heartfelt words
Nice work