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Lessons |
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The morning sings its wordless song |
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as I rise to its tune |
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Breathing in the cool sharp air |
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a new day wraps its arms around me. |
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Yesterday has folded its weary limbs |
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and now lays in endless slumber |
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Leaving me with its memories |
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to hold within my heart. |
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The silence rings loud in my ears |
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stirring thoughts of what is to come |
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If time could only take me back |
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to retrieve what has been lost. |
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Wisdom walks with me along the path I chose |
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teaching me I am the author of my life |
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I must take up my pen with Love as ink |
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and with a careful hand begin a chapter new. |
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Poetry by Elaine Fraser |
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copyright Elaine Fraser 2001, 2002 |
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These candles burn in memory of Christine - my niece, my sister, my best friend. Rest in the arms of angels Chris, you will live in my heart forever. |
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