Best Kayla Poems

I have several poems up about my Mama, Angel Manassian. Mama died on March 19, 2000 at the age of 74. She battled with MS...

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Detain me but my soul will be free
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They DETAIN me but I won't COMPLAIN 
Time MOVES slow  lamented BLUES
Don't CRY for me as I fashioned a SIGH
To FREE my soul to...

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I FELT THE GENTLE BREEZE AS THE DOOR SWUNG OPEN. THERE THIS TANTALIZING DOVE 
ENTER, WITH THE RADIANCE OF THE SUNLIGHT.  YES HER SMILE...

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Kind
Always there for me
you always got my back
Loving
A anadarko warrior...

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She had the courage to speak to me,
a total stranger.
With refreshing openness and acceptance.
Sensed she was inventive and original,
and could take what she wanted from...

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Kayla.
Mommy, Daughter, Sister, Lover.
Sister of Tiffany, Michael, Bethany, and Austin.
Lover of Takota, Jerry, and my Mommy.
Who feels Love, pain, and loneliness.
Who fears rejection, abandonment, and...

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There`s a little girl playing in the sand

Her name is Kayla she got a great tan.

She only been here four short years

a little girl we...

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Kind, she is always,
And stays in step.
Yes she’s a socialite in the making,
Lively and living life to the fullest,
A well mannered, that will be greatly...

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for every sickness and pain i endure
her presence and comfort is the only cure

for every rainy day and thunderstorm that comes through
jus knowin that shes...

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I wonder if we'll find each other at the 100th story of the cylinder
And play through the glass walls.
'Kayla's laugh is so distinctive.'

In my eyes...

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I knew of a beautiful angel; Kayla Lynn was her name
A precious gift from heaven; irreplaceable she became
Silky blonde hair in ringlets; eyes as blue...

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My dearest daughter,
why is time our enemy?
It seems like just yesterday
I held you in my arms
as your innocence overwhelmed me
and your smile captivated me.
I can...

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Kayla Dee
Sat on my knee
Reading her favorite book.

A man and a dog
Sat on a log
Floating away down a brook.

She asked me again
How does it end?
So...

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My parents taught me early…it was built into our lifestyle
to never miss an opportunity to speak with kindness
bring joy to another person…or make a child...

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