In my heart there is a garden
Where snowdrops and white roses bloom
Here is where sweet Jamey lies,
Cradled in my safe cocoon
In my dreams there is a play room
Where sunbeams dapple polished floors
Kaleidoscope patterns, for Jamey's delight
As he through wondrous eyes explores
In my life a wall of silence,
Tissue paper pain
And sorrow still on frozen lips
Which never bear sweet Jamey's name
Author notes
This poem is written indedication to a little life, not meant to be.The word blurred photograph inspired me, as I have never known what he or she would look like, so have created a kind of fuzzy image.
The word kaliedoscope inspired me too, as I think they create in our minds a picture of childhood, and I want people to think of this baby as an actual child,also I like to think of this littleone somewher warm watching the never ending pattern of sunbeams, like patterns in a kaliedoscope, dancing around.
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This really tugs at the heart strings... I have three wonderful boys and one little angel that I never got to know but I think of her as in a far better place where she laughs and is so loved. I know she is waiting with open arms and than I'll hear her sweet voice.
There's not a day goes by that I don't think of her.
"In my dreams there is a play room
where sunbeams dapple polished floors
Kaleidoscope patterns, for Jamey's delight
As he through wondrous eyes explores"
How beautiful an image...maybe my little Angelynn is there playing with Jamey.
Great job
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Tissue paper pain,
that says A LOT,,, wonderfull as always,,, and yet another glimpse into yoour life, which like your poetry keeps surprising me and surprising me. I don't know what's coming next,,,, guess I'll have to read on to find out,,, OH WELL,,,lol
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really powerful stuff...it really conveys the value of children...this is an amazing write
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this is a beautifully written peice,touching and sends out a message of how precious children are. x x
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thanks for commenting on my page. this poem is so beautiful but heartbreaking too. a very good write.
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Love your poem.
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LOVELY
this is the one that reminded me of how i use to think of the ages my kids would be had i any, you are very gifted, i can't wait to read even more of your beautiful writing, i do have a nephew nearly grown whose guardian i am should mama leave us, sometimes i wish i did have kids, other times i cannot even imagine my life had i, maybe i would have gotten my act together sooner, but i do love children, their honesty and trust (hopefully these are the case) shows the awesome job that a great many kindhearted people such as yourself are still doing raising the future of humanity
p.s. this pic is olive (ali) and onion when they were babies, two years ago, some not so bright people weened them at 5 weeks, so i had to bottle feed them almost 2 weeks before they learned to eat more solid food, my animals hold such a large piece of me, truly people could learn much thru their unconditional affection, and i would love to hear any stories about your children you should care to share, thanks Theresa, be blessed
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Heartbreaking poem. Thanks for entering and good luck!
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I love this, it touches my heart yet again. You have a tendency to do that. The language and the imagery is delicate and genuine. I hardly know what to say for your loss, I cannot imagine, but you did an incredible job with the description of tenderness. I agree with the previous comment on that one line.
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hI THANKS FOR YOUR LOVELY COMMENT, tHIS POEM IS ACTUALLY ONE i THOUGHT ABOUT WRITING YEARS AGO AND NEVER DID, ALTHOUGH SAD i HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH IO WONDERFUL CHILDREN RANGING FRO, 22 TO 2 SO i GUESS im luckier in that respect than a lot of people. Ho
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beautiful
This is a very beautiful piece, Heartwrenching to say the least, Happyness and sorrow fill the poem, one follows around the other endlessly. The only part I do not care for, is the wording in line number 9 " as he through wonderous eyes explore" Its a great line, but its not as smooth as the rest of the poem, it seems a but forced to me. I dont know how you could change it, But I want to tell you this touched me deeply. I am sorry for your loss... I have been there as well. Thankyou for writing!
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Thanks for your comment and kind words, my little one would have been 21 soon, I know it may not comfort you now, but as time goes on its not so much a pain as an emptiness, that you can usually cope with you never forget but you do learn to Thinking of
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