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What's in Her Name

Buford was the name you hated, Eugenia was the name no one knew Genie is what you went by, but Pinmunner is what I called you Whatever anyone called you, we unanimously were aware Of the legacy you'd one day leave for all of us to share Your name holds so much in it, it's weight will stay with me Your name has spread itself around my heart like branches of a tree Even as I sit here typing, I cannot give your name it's full honor Yet, I must try my best so all around me feel in it your ferver Red hair, liptstick, creepy clown doll, and glass after glass of Sunny Delight Matching rocking chairs, strict attention to manners I always wanted to fight Odd clothing prints and patterns that always felt too brash and bold Yet, they seemed to be designed for you, never feeling you were too old VBS at the church, that coy pond, and the hydrangas on the side of the house Bagdaddy's ever loving kindness, in my mind, always the picturesque spouse The love that was shared by mundane, ...
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She Is

 She is class, with her wrinkle-free blazers and J. Crew jeans that look like they were made for her There is an "Audrey" essence in her movements, in her look, and in her posture She is warm humor, the kind that never shames or passively looks down at you The humor brings a laugh, but also provides that quiet comfort in rich, purple hues She is a smile itself, stretching herself as far as she can, but doing it so happily and effortlessly, Bringing a domino of smiles on the faces of those around her; she brings them graciously She is Mom, the one who can bring ultimate peace into the hearts of the children she dearly loves There may be weariness in her soul, though I couldn't tell, as she just loves and loves and loves She is the ear that you can't help but over share into, spewing out your worries, hurts, and jokes There's no indication that she's heard too much of your heart; she listens with gentle strokes She is a refuge, a safe place to go when your world...
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 Even now, my mind is struggling for thought, struggling for clarity. I wish to describe what motherhood is, how it makes you feel, how to survive it. And yet, I cannot seem to convey the mixture of feelings raging in me. I'm at a loss for the words to cry out to you for understanding.
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The Trees

She may have been 4 or 5, but what she remembers most is flying high She stared at the trees as they complemented the sky She flew and flew and then flew some more Until whoever was pushing her couldn't do it anymore As the children screamed on slides and monkey bars, she was silent on the swing With nothing but the trees and sky to make her really feel free She never tired of swinging at the church playground She was invisible, but there in the sky, she was found Trusting that swing was she bravest thing she had ever done Until she birthed a baby girl; then her life had truly begun Her little one was so beautiful, she forgot all about the swings Until she took her child to the park one day in the Spring She set her in the seat and pushed her very gently And her little girl smiled and giggled relentlessly Her daughter's gaze went up as she started to push her way up high And her baby girl's smile grew as she stared at the trees in the sky
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Friendship

There are hidden expectations, words you should say unbeknownst to you In the valley that is friendship, at your best or worst, you're doomed Doomed to fail, doomed to cause misery for your part Doomed to want to defend and reach when you're torn apart In the world of adult friendship, you're a victim and an aggressor  The tighter you hold onto to her, the friendship becomes messier All at once, you want to scream all the things you've done for her All at once, you want to stay silent, listen, and ponder Love destroys the mind an soul, especially in the curse of friendship Accusations, hurts, and defenses make you want to end it A friendship can leave you wanting, thirsty with dry, cracked lips And the only thing that quenches it is yet another friendship... ...for a moment.
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