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Forget Me Not

Forget Me Not

 
 
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 pleasures 
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 one  
because that is what has made me 
the woman I've become.
 

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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 ❤️ 

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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'. 

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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
LINDA 

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Marion

So true Shirley, so very very true x

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