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Lunchlady 2

Lunchlady 2
March 05
I am now a widow, having laid my last kiss on my husbands brow after he died to say goodbye. Since then I have found an old note he wrote me apologizing for his meanness laying on my floor and two gold coins under my blankets, his way of saying he was sorry and goodbye. I have buried my ex husband, my baby son, my grown son, my mom and now my husband and I wish to bury no more, but life does not work that way. I have birthed 3 children and have 3 more wonderful children from my last marriage. I have 4 living children and a granddaughter I adore and I am in the process of finding me. I have no idea who I am but I have discovered I am loved and I never knew that before and it makes me smile...


FEBRUARY 19, 2012 8:16PM


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 Believing everything

Trusting everyone

Faith as her weapon

Love as her shield

Death as her companion

Loss unavoidable

Life lived the same

Eyes wide open in wonder

Innocent until the end

She loves with her heart

She lives to laugh

To please

Only finding pain

And hurt

Until one day

She found herself

Still there

Still loved

after all

Doing her best

to give

love back

In fear 


will lose 


Yet still she


Still she



she is innocence     


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Beautiful poetry, Terri. I myself just wrote of hope.
Beautiful words
A hint of sadness but laced with hope
I like this and the picture too!
Love the illustration you used...points to light, love and hope.
What a profound poem. And the illustration fits so well. Thank you!
I am not "trained" at poems but sometimes what I want to write comes out in only poem form.
I thank you all for reading, for your lovely comments and for thinking my words beautiful..
So much hope. You are my guiding light. Thank you so much for holding steady there. I am trying to do the same.
It's the best kind of innocence, a railing against cynicism & hopelessness & a refusal to let them win. "Eyes wide open in wonder" is the best way to live! Beautiful words, beautiful spirit!
This is lovely. I am still trusting, after all of this, because I believe in exactly what you write of here: innocence and love.
this is are you.
Such a beautiful poem, I hope you will keep writing them.
rated with love
Moving, LL, just moving. My heart is with you.
So much weight in your words. Love and hope heals. This is beautiful.
I don't remember the last poem I wrote here but I think it may have been years. That you like it means so much to me, will I write them again I think only my muse knows. This just came to me I did not call it forth it just was....and I wrote what it said.
Wow, this one hit a little too close to home tonight. Thank you.

It's lovely to see the echo of my style of poetry here. This is beautiful work.
Beautifully expressed. Cling on to that hope - we never know what the future holds, good and bad.
I loved all of this Ll2.
Rock On Warrior Woman!
You are a beacon.
Wonderful blending of art. I wish you happiness and bluebirds.
Terri you have a great POV..
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Have a beautiful new week with love and happiness❤¸.•*¨✫
This was sad laced with hope. It put a lump in my throat.
I have the same problem, sometimes it just comes out poetry and I think that's what makes them work. There is no other way to express it all.
Lovely, Terri. A song of healing.
The end of innocence begins when you stop believing in yourself. Your innocence is what guides you, Terri. Returning to it will sustain you.
these two lines really stand out to me in wisdom tinged in sad:

Loss unavoidable

Life lived the same

that's the hard truth.. I know overall, you're talking about the strength of love but there's something in how you've broken this up that says a lot to me about the power of loss in your life and how it is always there, always in the background.

good poetry is always about truth. and this is good.
as lovely as it is inspiring
Your words, your comments,made me cry in a good way because what I have written has been understood and as I read it again I have surprised even myself with it's depth of words. Sometimes I wonder just where the words that we write come from, I think these words were buried deep in my soul and finally clawed thier way to the surface, needing to be written...
Thank you all for understanding.
You haven't written poetry for years, and still you come out and write this! It's amazing, and more, I know it came from your soul.
innocence tempered by awful experience
is a gift of the good soul.
"Eyes wide open in wonder

Innocent until the end"

Like a child in the Kingdom. For the WithinKingdom
is never not available, unless one strays too far
outside it, to the world.

All is preserved within.
So sayeth the antipope.Thanks for being honest about
my silly posts...

and thanks 10000 times for sending me the cds.
So heart-warming to read this lovely poem. You continue to bloom in the misty moonlight.
I only have time this morning for a quick thank you to all who read my poem and liked it...I have grown so much since finding this place because of all of you and I do thank you all.
I have no words for poetry. Just that it went down easy and left a good feeling.
keeping that wonder is the thing.

"elieving everything

Trusting everyone

Faith as her weapon

Love as her shield

Death as her companion"

gosh, she a kali.
a formidable companion for most.
not all..................................................