Poetry Page mom(bjm) and daughter(bem)

My ten-year-old daughter, who is now 15, wrote some lovely poetry that has been published.  Here it is to share with you:

TEARS Tears are my life From all the things that have happened and are over I still have tears to cry I feel happy to weep I feel sad to force my fear away. I sadden and let my tears go for I can't hold them forever because forever is too long. bem

DREAMS Dreams come alive on an open door. Dreams come alive on the long, long shore of a beach, not far away and I know that they will always stay. I can dream of witches, ghosts, or goblins, even if I have a problem I can be a mighty star or drive in a new car. Dreams will never leave my side and I can walk with pride. bem

MY TRIP TO MY HEART Everybody has a heart. Mine is very sad right now. It hurts and aches because I've lost so many that I love. There's a piece of me missing that only God can replace. Deep down inside I know that my loves are with me. When I know that, everything is all right. My heart is smiling again! bem

A velvet bottle with orange fire Complimented with red steined rose The smoke billowing from your honeysuckle Summer raining in shadows of night Home is a place to go to When everything seems wrong Home is a place to be When everything is alright Sun-tipped clouds in a wondrous sky The magenta never seen here Oh, paint the walls with the memory we had Of you, my sundancer and me, moonchild Home is a place to go to When everything seems wrong Home is a place to be To make everything alright Wandering forsaken I would cry Until you saved me with that touch Being lost in the crowds of forgotten love You pulled me out and gave me light Home is a place to go to When everything seems wrong Home is a place to be And everything is alright bjm

Everything seems like a merry-go-round; Around and around up and down Up and down, around and around, So many things happen that get me down. One second happy, the next one sad, I don't understand myself And it gets me so mad I could kill myself. Sometimes I'm flying As high as a kite; Sometimes I'm crying 'Cause I don't know what I'm like. I wish I could get away from it all And sit down and figure me out- Or go and hide behind a wall And see what I'm about. Everything seems like a merry-go-round; Around and around, up and down Up and down, around and around, So many things happen that get me down. bjm

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