Love
By skinner_jennifer
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Blessed with child
a flower she blossoms;
her arms outstretched
reaching to be desired,
trying to balance her life
her once burlesque figure,
those well rounded curves
giving way to a yearning,
not of wealth or success,
just a family is her fortune;
and a meeting of minds
with a love of her own.
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I loved the roundness and
I loved the roundness and honest yearning -
'not of wealth or success,
just a family is her fortune;
and a meeting of minds
with a love of her own.'
Lovely, Jenny.
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reaching to be desired. That
reaching to be desired. That's lovely. beautiful poem.
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I liked the intimation that
I liked the intimation that family means a meeting of minds and love, a sharing openly but combined with understanding and sympathy, and to take part in such is riches. Rhiannon
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This is really beautiful,
This is really beautiful, Jenny. I am delighted Joanna inspired this.
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Hi Jenny
Hi Jenny
What a lovely little poem. So simple and yet so full of wisdom.
Jean
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