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9/7/2011
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On That Day

In honor of my ex-bff’s birthday, here is a  poem I wrote years ago about a day we had that was good, when the days were all pretty much bad at that point:

On That Day

I will always remember you

On that day.

We were talking and laughing

I sat up to do something

You started to play in my hair

Your happy voice

Berated my unkempt tangles

Out of the room you disappeared

Coming back with your brush

You sat next to me and

Started brushing my hair

You don’t know the love and joy

I felt on that day

When for the first time

In years

You were my big sister

Guiding me, helping me loving me

That morning, I truly felt,

And knew, and saw

Our unbroken bond again

I will always remember you

On the day

You came back.

S.D.C.  Date unknown

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4/20/2011
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So these are my cousins Sarah and Trish and me through the years. I love these people so freakin much, it’s stupid. Just felt like making a collage tonight. :D Enjoy.

So these are my cousins Sarah and Trish and me through the years. I love these people so freakin much, it’s stupid. Just felt like making a collage tonight. :D Enjoy.

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4/12/2011
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Disrespect (poem)

Disrespect

I want to be angry

But I won’t

I will accept my punishment

And let it pass.

But know this-

Someday, someone will really

Disrespect you,

And you will know real affront.

And I will see it

And I will not smile

Nor will I make comment

But inside my own mind,

Will be a calm and clear

“You deserved that”

S.D.C.            2-24-2007

(I wrote this when someone took something I said and twisted it into something ugly and they KNEW I didn’t mean it that way. They just hated me and were trying to get me fired. I had a lot of anger over that.)

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8/8/2010
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Summer Sisters

Sitting on the cold stone steps

I thought of you

It brought me to tears

How you are now

Because I can remember

How you were

Our bond unbroken

But untouched in so long

Thinking of what

Brought me to our

Special hideaway

I weep harder, bitter tears

I face the very real possibility

Of never knowing

How it all turns out.

S.C.    Date unknown.

* a poem I wrote to recognize the death of a friendship.