BITS AND PIECES
I. You asked me if iI am happy.
Sometimes I am -
Or think I am -
But right now I feel very lonely.
I want you so much -
Please don't go!
II. Why am I crying?
I should be happy.
On the outside, everything is wonderful,
but my heart is with you...And you are gone.
III. You just left me and I feel so empty!
I wish you could be with me tonight.
I need you in my life.
I need you close - to feel your touch.
I want to call you back...to stay with me.
I want you to read my thoughts and back to me.
IV. Have you seen any Unicorns lately?
If you do, will you please send one my way.
I need a little Magic in my Life.
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SUCH IS LOVE
Sometimes cruel - Sometimes kind.
It changes its course like the wind
and goes out like the ebb tide, or a
flickering candle flame. One cannot
say for sure if the freeling will die
on the next breath, or live on forever.
It either is - or isn't - and there is
no in between. One minute you world is
a wonderful place in which to be - and
in the next you can be thrown into the
deepest depths of Depression.
Such is Love.
(1969)
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ONE-WAY STREET
I always seem to find love on a wone-way street.
Or is it only infatuation?
You would think that at a certain age, one would
get over such silliness. But if it's silly....
Why does it hurt so much?
(1969)
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UNTITLED
The last rays of sunlight have vanished
and a veil of darkness has fallen over
the earth. Thoughts of you come pouring
into my brain - like the rush of the
incoming tide. I want to see you; be with
you; reach out and be able to touch you.
But you are somewhere else - and I am here
alone with only my dreams to keep me company.
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DADDY'S CHAIR by Dee
Your chair sits empty now; an oversized,worn-out,
brown and tan recliner that represents so many cerished memeories.
I sit in it sometimes when I miss you most,
and I feel, somehow, closer to you there.
Your warmth and your love have never faded from it.
How many times did I sit on that chair arm and play with your silky, wavy silver hair?
Or sit on your lap when, as a child, I was sick -
Or when, even as a grown woman, I just wanted to be close?
We must have watched ten thousand Westerns from that chair, Daddy -
everything from Roy Rogers and Gene Autry, to Gunsmoke and Bonanza!
How we would laugh every time the dog barked at the cattle stampedes,
as if he thought he were actually helping the cowboys!
You were sitting in your chair the night Mike proposed to me.
You were sitting there when we announced I was pregnant with Karen.
You sat there and recreated those same, sweet memories for her;
memories which, she, like I, will always cherish.
I guess that old chair isn't so empty after all is it, Daddy?
It's piled high with a lifetime of memories of you.
You are no longer here to occupy that worn-out old
chair...but you will never be gone from my heart.
**Written in November 1994 on the second anniversary of Daddy's death.
***Accomplishment of Merit Award and Recorded on Tape **International Society of Poets
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