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Week 226 (August 20-27). Poems. Topic: Wake up call
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It's 2 AM
And all was well
Until the cry
That woke me up
-- A sign of need.
It's 3 AM
Again I stirred
The scream that voiced
A crampy gut
Would not be stilled.
It's 4 AM
With ..."
What us there to say as a mother but "Been there, done that!" Nice job! Being a mom gives a whole new meaning to asleep and awake, doesn't it?

She threw the vase of roses at the door
and wished she’d had a gun to fire instead.
Leaves slid, and water trickled, to the floor.
She took a dazed step back, sat on the bed,
a..."
And the water from the roses warps the wooden floor like he has warped her dreams. Lovely job as always Love the line, "Leaves slid, and water trickled to the floor."

by Al
There she is sleeping on a mattress.
There you are gazing after her.
Don't get too close--
you might open up your heart.
It might be the end of this thing.
She's your morning wake up call.
Wistful, patnful, and ultimately shameful how we use one another. Especially the ones we think or say we love, This poem is filled with meaning and so evocative of our inborn selfishness.

There were spoken words
Words I have heard so often
And I stayed asleep.
What was it this time
That sounded differently
And brought me to you?

There were spoken words)
Words I have heard so often
And I stayed asleep.
What was it this time
That sounded differently
And brought me to you?"
Beautiful, touching, and perfect.
Keep Trying by Melissa Andres
'Neath bright city lights
He was born and raised
Thought he'd never leave
So fam..."
We often find ourselves waking up to lives we did not know existed. They can be great lives but fraught with their own danger . Love the last stanza!
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