Tag: #memories
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Christmas Passing…
Image by Angeles Balaguer from Pixabay Christmas Eve is always a busy day in our house, although these days, it is a very different kind of busy. I have fond memories of the good old days when our family came to our house for Christmas dinner. In the beginning, it was comfortable, but as the family grew over…
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Once in a Lifetime… #Poetry
Image by Silke from Pixabay ~ Poem by ©AnitaDawes2022 Once in a Lifetime Can there ever be another you? Having searched the world over the answer is no Angels only fall to earth once in a lifetime Memories of sparkling blue eyes, rosebud lips Picture postcards, flashbacks soothe the dark night Inside my wallet I keep a white feather…
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A Dream Space… #Poetry
A Dream Space Inside time there is a dream space Never has there been a time like now For dreams to come true Afraid to sleep, don’t be Memories fade into shadows Often repeated in a new life Under warm covers, you must dream it first So that you can be reborn… ©AnitaDawes2022
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In Silence… #Poetry
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She Sings… #Poetry
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Under purple skies, she sits, she sings Low winds carry her voice, her echo Tomorrow tells yesterday’s old stories Impossible dreams crushed like broken glass Memories claw like branches on the bedroom window pane Alerting the sleeping mind to horrors outside Tomorrows nightmares arrive early Entering the subconscious, they grow, Slowly waiting for the day…
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Never Forget… #Poetry
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Never Forget Turning forty tomorrow Evenings feel longer Memories knocking stronger People forgotten Turning in my mind Arriving like paper flowers Turning my frown upside down Inviting new wishes On tomorrows page I write Never forget where you came from… ©AnitaDawes2022
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A Brilliant start to the Week! #Poetry
We’re back! I managed to switch off the computer and my worry machine over the weekend. My fingers ache from all the writing I have done, but I am so happy with the results of my first writing retreat. This may be a regular thing until I finish this work in progress. This year started…