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Closed For Repair II
Closed For Repair II
Closed For Repair II
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Closed For Repair II

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This is a compilation of years of writings that culminated into a second book of poetry that reflects many different emotions.


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I've been writing for over 50 years. Specific poems are designated for specific types of sentiments that encompass and reflect on a wide variety of passions and feelings.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherGotham Books
Release dateNov 25, 2023
ISBN9798887754376
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    Closed For Repair II - SandraKaye

    Chapter 1

    Adam

    Tough Love

    Dear Son,

    You and I,

    we had a tough time today.

    I know we’ll have more,

    but I hope they’ll be

    few and far between.

    I cried for you today and

    I cried with you today.

    When you’re old enough to read this

    and better able to understand

    why I did what I did, please…

    remember one thing.

    I never stopped loving you,

    and I never will.

    I walked into your room just now;

    you were sleeping.

    Oh, baby…how I ache for you

    in this life.

    If only I could keep you

    young and innocent and

    free from disappointments.

    But you have to stand on your own,

    and soon, too.

    Please let me be what you need –

    to help you grow and become a man –

    but even more than that –

    to help you become

    a loving, kind, considerate person.

    Be true to yourself.

    but mostly…

    love yourself.

    That’s something that’s always

    been hard for me.

    I never learned to love myself –

    but oh… how I love you.

    And if I’ve been wrong

    in the things I’ve taught you,

    I’m sorry, son.

    I can only confess to trying,

    and I’ve always wanted to be

    someone you could look up to.

    Your respect for me means more than anything,

    and if there ever comes a time when you feel

    I deserve it, I thank you, son.

    Begin to Grow

    I know how much you want to be

    where you belong, right here with me.

    I’ve seen the hurt you try to hide.

    I’ve watched your face spill tears not cried.

    I wish my life was different now.

    I wish you could be here somehow.

    We can’t get back the times we’ve had.

    What’s left behind remains so sad.

    Within a world we’ll never know,

    the love of a son begins to grow.

    But hurt I’ve done you now will cost

    much more than time your childhood lost.

    I hold your life within my heart.

    Then comes the day we have to part.

    You’ll never see or feel the sorrow

    that took my soul – left no tomorrow.

    The ray of sunshine when you grin

    gives my heart cause to hope again.

    There’s nothing more this love can say

    whether or not you’re allowed to stay.

    I know you’ll never feel the pain

    that comes from having to again regain

    the trust from you I’ve thrown away.

    And hope the love you lost will return someday.

    You scare me with questions you ask.

    Yet answers hide – refuse the task.

    I cannot say, I do not know;

    the words won’t come, release and flow.

    I’ve loved you with these feelings strong.

    I’d love to find that we will belong.

    The time should come. Is it on its way?

    So that we can again share our lives one day?

    Memory Lane

    I took a trip down

    memory lane

    and back at once

    came our lives again.

    We were so close

    you and I;

    bound together

    with love so high.

    We shared our secrets

    and planned ahead.

    The weekends free

    with pleasures fed.

    I miss the boy

    who’s become a man;

    now lives his life

    in another land.

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