Woman
A Mother’s Heart ❤️
I may never posses the magic that turns a beast into a prince
Or taste sweet kisses on my lips, as romantic music starts to swell
I have grown into who I was always meant to be, in-spite of everything
traveling through life’s bout’s of hell,
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To clearly see
Love, you are not for me
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Not in the ways of~merry fairytales or dreams
With knights on wild horses, slaying dragons just for me
But in the ways a mother knows exactly how to love a child
Teaching them with strength and grace then - watching them run, confident and wild
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I may always be a wanderer - lost out here on my own
Releasing seeds that I have sown
Into winds balmy, calm and mild
Fanning these flames inside a child
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (5)
such talent, I am touched beautiful poem kelli ❤️
"I may always be a wanderer - lost out here on my own Releasing seeds that I have sown" .... I loved so many lines in this. This is gorgeous, and so are you! 😍
This is beautiful. And you are better for being you, the you that you are! :) Well done!
Beautiful 😍
Lovely piece, as always. Well done.