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I had to really do some serious thinking on this one, goodness gracious ... it was touch, but it was fun. Here's my contribution to the Acrostic Challenge #13
Toasting My Life With Words
Just when I think of something to write
Poems of love storm my mind,
I think of my parents, my hubby, the kids
Creating memories of moments we find.
For every word written of a loving quill
Outdates and reminds us of how poets feel,
Replacing the words, "emotion sway"
Under no circumstances is it done today,
Mimicking it does with an undaunting will.
For now I have settled for some poetic justice
Only those that I know might understand
Remember my wishes and please take my hand.
Will I always have to see the purple colour
Reminding me of the Lupus I dread?
I'd like to drink a phenomenal champagne
To toast all the fears gone unsaid,
Everyone is involved in our community endeaver
Removing my poems of fears that I'll ever leave her
So now I will go but there's much more to be said.
Linda May Spivey~Bjorklund
5 June 2007
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