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Jocelynne
Contributed by
weepingprophet
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Saturday, 3rd December 2005 @ 12:56:10 PM in AEST
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I stopped the swallow Meaning to die An unjustified attempt Of my own demise
I never thought Id harm you With the choices that I made I wish I could disarm All the explosives I have laid
The starving stomach aches In my ashamed remorse I never meant to harm you As I tried to settle scores
My beautiful and only love As I watch you play carefree I think how much I hurt you Only trying to hurt me
You said your first word And now call me by my name You smile so openly As though you know no pain
My starving heart aches In my ashamed remorse I never meant to wound you As I tried to settle what are now Stale scores
Dear Jocelynne I apologize For the sake of my love for you Someday when youre older Ill explain the bitter truth
But as life finds you going on two All I can do Is sit in my feeble apologies And never regret loving you
My starving heart is fed The ache has disappeared Not because of you But by conquering what I feared
I will never try to wound you My love I will seek to prove And spend a lifetime learning Just how to give love to you
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Re: Jocelynne
(User Rating: 1 ) by deadheadpoet on
Saturday, 3rd December 2005 @ 03:14:58 PM AEST (User
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Wow, this was a beautiful piece of your heart you laid out on the line. Stop beating yourself up over past mistakes...I know it's hard...but you can tell from the write your love and devotion to your daughter is strong. She sounds lucky to have a mother like you. Peace and thanks for sharing. Laura |
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Re: Jocelynne
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Saturday, 3rd December 2005 @ 03:27:43 PM AEST (User
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But in the failure to harm yourself you gained what I'm sure is or what will prove to be, the greatest presence in your life. The love of a child is not difficult to earn, they'll look to you with open minds, and if you don't hurt them they'll accept you. They look for what most adults do, love. Such a sincere apology, I'm sure of - as you are too, she'll not understand, but she'll grow, and I'm sure she'll gain many of the traits you yourself show to have throughout you're writing, and if she has the same heart, and is given the chance to read this, I know she'll forgive you. A very gently sweet write, a heart string tugging piece to say the least. Lovely.
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Re: Jocelynne
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Sunday, 4th December 2005 @ 07:08:57 AM AEST (User
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Having a daughter myself I can relate to this so much. Apologizing to her for the mistakes I've made in the past. You'll find that she'll be very forgiving...she'll probably be wondering what to forgive as a matter of fact. Your obvious devotion will certainly inspire her own love for you that she already has and will grow each and every day...for both of you for each other.
You'll see that she will grow into a beautiful person and will ease your pain better than anyone else possibly can.
She will never regret loving you either.
Take care and thank you for sharing such an emotional write.
Tim
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Re: Jocelynne
(User Rating: 1 ) by tangle on
Monday, 5th December 2005 @ 01:40:17 AM AEST (User
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Very good! The lines join together great. |
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Re: Jocelynne
(User Rating: 1 ) by enigma on
Monday, 5th December 2005 @ 12:03:49 PM AEST (User
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...we all do it...we pass it on before we even realize we're doing it...they are crippled before they even reach the age of three...
...I'm going to post a poem from my "Abigail" book...it is related...
ron...enigma |
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