Poetry By Connie Gagermeier-Davis

"A Teardrop Of My Own"

There is a place called Sadness
Where my life has begun to lie.
Many teardrops I have met there
Each as sad as I.

Their dreams are not their own anymore...
Their life is a distress...
Giving up sounds pleasant to them...
I wish to see their death.

I wish to save just one teardrop
My heart it shall call home.
I'll share with it the love we miss
And teach it to smile alone.

The search has now begun
For a place without address
I've heard its name before
It's a place called Happiness...

September 19, 1991(age 15)

"Do You?"

Do you see what is underneath?
What makes me laugh?
And cry?
And smile?
Do you see how smart I am?
Or how I listen all the while?
Do you listen to my heartsong?
As I sing to you my dreams?
Do you realize my strengths?
As little as they may seem?
Can you accept my faults?
While comforting my soul?
Do you see what is underneath?
Or is the outside really all?
Can I trust you with my secrets?
As I offer you respect?
Or will you turn to run from me?
Without a moment to reflect?
Will you lock the door behind you?
If I open up my heart?
Will you look at what is underneath?
Or will we fall apart?

March 17,1992(age 15)

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