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Rip … Heart

Wandering …throughout the day
Speaking words I dare not say
Always wanting …your own way
The spoiled child …won’t go away
Occasionally … thoughts … clear
Some kind words …I hear
Those times …far … apart
Mean times …rip my heart.

Copyright/ Sheila Grimes/ May 12, 2013




Invisible Mom

I see your hands, your face, your nose
I see your feet ‘n head ‘n toes
Even though these parts I see
You’re still invisible …to me
A shadow …of what has been
A thought …of years gone by
A notion …is there more?
No sense asking …why
Surely …the veil will lift
Surely …the lights go on
But …surely not …I see
As you …fade … from me.

Copyright/ Sheila Grimes/ May 12, 2013


Foreign – Objects



Haven’t A Clue

Haven’t a clue why you need to know
Where everyone is and where everyone goes
Why everyone does whatever they do
And exactly how  this affects  you.

On and on the questions go
Where they’ll stop, only heaven knows
I’ll be right here, and you’ll be right there
And you’ll find your answers definitely somewhere.

And then all of a sudden you apologize to me
For what? Not sure, but I quickly agree
As long as you are o.k. with your thought
I’ll agree to agree, and it’s all just for naught!

Copyright/ Sheila Grimes/ October 2, 2012

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