A child.

So sad is the freezing air

That whisps around strands of fine hair

Hair black as night with a subtle glow

How sad she is in the winter snow

She lays still now

Stars are the sky the night is the moon

No one knows how

A figure so fragile and small will be gone soon

Layers of green, pink, and blue

A good summers day to you

Her coat says as it slips away

Under the snow it disappears and just as so does the day

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My first child

Will not be wild

Maybe a girl

With a ballerina skirt who turns and whirls

Or possibly a boy

That would be a joy

But my child will be sweet

Patient before they eat

They will have etiquette

You see...

They don’t have to reflect me

But they must be kind

And have a great mind

A deformed mother like me

Oh I wish that that I could be

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How could we know?

Her prom dress drags flakes of wet snow

Called dewdrops

She goes to take pictures with friends and props

Oh how could we know?

She would grow up to be so-

Beautiful?

Wonderful?

Our lovely dove

In heaven above

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The notes crawl from

A twisted tone

A dire call less than a hum

A bird alone

In a cage

It is its home

Until death’s age

A child trapped

In plastic wrap

Thick and padded

For the hum to run around in

Eighteen hours a day

A cage

That just won’t go away

But maybe... with age

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A cat sits on a windowsill

A child sits in the living room

A fireplace crackles still

We all stare at the lovely moon

A sea beyond

And a rising sun

Streaks of blonde

Like a gold medal won

A whisper as the wind blows

A smile puts cracks in the walls

The beauty of the world shows

The song echoes down the warm halls

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A child’s life is full of tumbles and falls

Like differntly structured waterfalls

Rough or sweet

Both are a beet

Stains are drawn to them

A heart so red with love you can see it all down their shirt’s hem

Children are volatile when they get older

They thing the world is targeting them to be run over

Drama is real

It makes parents feel

A story is not over even once you get injured

Thier story book cover only thickened

Once you get your first full-time job

Only then will you see the mob

A life so innocent and sweet

Can turn into a lump of spoiled meat

Don’t let yourself stay down

Or give yourself a mask and underneath a frown

Rather enjoy the flavors of life

Be kind and gracious, then you won’t have much strife

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A video game

A bean bag

A kitten wrapped-

Wrapped in a child’s cross-cross embrace of legs

A purring from the kitten

A child’s lovely smile

Innocent and lovely

It runs like honey

The video game doesn’t matter

Because from now on the child gets better.

Most of these poems have really deep meanings meant to help with mental struggles. Some are to not sympathize but relate to a loss or a feeling that may be uncomfortable. Please enjoy my poems to the fullest.... If they can be enjoyed as such. BUT!!!!!! No analyzing of my poems please. Not the in-school analysis at least.

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