Tdr Poems - Poems about Tdr

...It’s not the word “Mother” that means anything to me, it’s the emotion and love inside the word, hidden, for all to see, it’s the Mold I measure myself by, the Optimism I learned, the Tower ......

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...Who am I to say how my husband should spend the last years of his life? Who am I to try to hold his spirit down and keep him from flying? He's spent a lifetime trying to help all the wrong pe......

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...I'm just a little turn of phrase, to help them smile and amaze, not appear boring or dull. I'm your voice, how you sing, how you make them all take wing, suck them in, then create a lull. F......

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...It's the comfy, over-sized sweater that will never judge the soft and cozy blanket that will never count the fudge The piping cup of cocoa warm tendrils embracing your nose the book of pure enj......

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...Winter's winking wearily in the sun gracefully giving ground knowing Spring will never run Muted, molted, monochromatic colors turn vibrant, vivacious, victoriously welcoming the return Sof......

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...I’m always there, the mask of bravery steeling your spine, fixing a smile on your face Then suddenly I turn and I’m the Protector, claws slashing teeth snarling Then the Comforter, so......

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