Self Inflicted Wounds

Self Inflicted Wounds short poem

Uploaded by Delores Noal

Earlier I was looking at your picture with amazement
How could I have been so lucky to have been your mother?
To gently guide you through the years there could have been no other.

Looking into your eyes, is like looking into my own,
the look of hope and dreams of life.
The hint of a little smile ,sometimes a little frown.

Pictures of the past you see,can bring joy or sorrow
Be a cure for a lonely heart,
Or a weapon of mass destruction,
Tearing your insides apart.

So when I tell you I almost died tonight,
That I was in so much pain,
It was from self inflicted wounds,
And it will probably happen again.

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Delores Noal

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Born in Michigan,1950 moved to California,1976 Have five children,16 grandkids,6 great grand kids Proffesional Chef and Kitchen manager work ihss for ex love to read,and love music
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