Almedia Knight-Oliver

In evening's solitude sipping a glass of wine, or
maybe two, and listening to Roberta's love songs
Being spirited away dizzily to dream land
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Love is like a wild wind
Am I just a howling wildness?
or maybe a howling triumph!
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Her First born that seems so long ago:

Peering into my mind
Look at what I see!
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Early on: the radiance morning sun
infusing space and exposing me unbound
I lay beside him, marveling aura waltzing
behind my eyelids
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We found each other under the evening sky
the moon sat directly over our heads and sent
tidal waves that made our hearts bulge with love.
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Your friendship likens the sun-
it lights up the world

Your friendship likens a fruit-
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She with child waged a fight
But baby won outright

Then she struggled with self
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Red and white garlands draped the treasure chest.
They marched in tandem in the quietness of
The cathedral, offering up sorrowful
Tears to her crimson dressed body
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There they lay watching the rising sun.
No more can night see daylight
than the darkness hide her anymore.
Desiring a new beginning, as the old world
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My dear, every journey
Begins with one single step,
then another, they alternate
with each other, and the body
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Here, here, here, Princess
My little puffball
My baby girl wants
a Christmas tree, yet
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We found each other, hungry,
thirsty, and singed by love.
I'm charred by love again, then
you left this rapacious lioness
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"Mother You have A Baby Boy" while laying
Seven pounds of flesh on my throbbing
heart, tears streaming down my face, drops
falling on his light brown hair, and the crease
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Cloud and gloom hang low
Sunshine nowhere in sight
Herein lies autumn mood
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Fourth Born


While they were carefully restoring
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Man dressed in black
Holding high and tight
His scythe.
Teasing me
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Time occupies her beauty
Few gaze upon her in awe
Age like a winter day, too,
a wilted flower in May
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Joy, Joy, Joy


J oy-filled cornucopia that
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</>How long,
should it matter
or is it just desire
out-living performance?
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I SHALL DOTE MYSELF

I was inspired to write "I Shall Dote Myself" Mother's Day, after noticing I had not received one card from my four (4) children! I thought, perhaps they cannot -after so many Mother's Days-find the words to express their sentiments. Her, my children, I shall dote myself:
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