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Forget Me Not

Forget Me Not

Ā 
Ā 
As I sit reflecting on my gracious
and sometimes not so gracious memories
from the place in which I come from
I sit and I ponder of things I did successfully
and of all the things that I did wrong
I wonder about the many pleasuresĀ 
that I happened to get right
and of all those things in the middle
and all the things that helped me in my plight
reflecting on so many, not regretting even oneĀ Ā 
because that is what has made meĀ 
the woman I've become.
Ā 

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Jac Fables

'Love is the Flower of Life.' Many Stories of Flowers today on Cosmo. Great Verse. 🩵

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Shirley Harrison

It's not about flowers as it's a metaphor but lovely that you connect it that way thank you dear friend. 🌹 

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Being Me

I was told, once, that we wear our scars. I don't think we do. I think that we ARE our scars as much as we are our smiles. Life makes us and we find who we are on the journey.

Love this poem x

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Shirley Harrison

Yes we are our scars beautifully said dear Tina, thank you so much for your beautiful words ā¤ļøĀ 

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Being Me

"Thank YOU," more ... for your beautiful poem x

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Rory McGinlay

Me, I like the use of the end word, become. It's the end but pulls you into the present, makes the story more personal, opposed to say using the word 'am'.Ā 

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Shirley Harrison

Thank you so much dear Rory, we are all a me, but like you say so elequently depends how it's read. 🌹

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Linda Lank

BEAUTIFUL ANALOGY LINDA KEEP WRITING ENJOYED THIS ONE
LINDAĀ 

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Marion

So true Shirley, so very very true x

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