TAKE A PAGE FROM MY BOOK A BOOK OF POEMS
BY BEAUTI
©2000-2014 by Beautilyn Atkinson. All rights reserved.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
PROLOGUE MY CHILD THANK YOU THE FATHER WHO NEVER CAME HOME THE DAY MY MOTHER WALKED OUT LET ME HAVE A CRY I SMILE WITH EVERY TEAR MAKE EVRYDAY COUNT THAT’S EASY FOR YOU TO SAY MILLION AND ONE THE RIGHT ONE IF HEARTS HAD WINGS CRAVING IN THE MOMENT WEDDING VOW ESSENCE OF A MAN LISTEN TO YOUR HEART MY WILD SIDE LAST KISS SECRETLY COMPLICATED FEELING SEPARATED WHAT IS IT? BEAUTI’S SILHOUETTE
PROLOGUE
Take A Page From My Book takes you on different journeys with the human emotion, it gives a clear picture of not only what one feels but expresses through poetry. It’s like having a conversation in its realest form. So take one maybe you can relate‌
THE FATHER WHO NEVER CAME HOME
Every night I’d wait for his manly voice, I’d listen for his footsteps coming towards my room, But it was only a dream, which never happened.
I always wonder what it would be like, To have a father by my side, As I watch other kids with their fathers, Go pass me on the street.
Sometimes I wish he would show up at the door, With a look of happiness on his face, So I could embrace him and welcome my father home.
Now that I’m grown, I still wish he was here, To walk me down the aisle, As I make a commitment to be someone’s wife.
By Beauti
Copyright©2005 series
LET ME HAVE A CRY
I couldn’t find words to say, As tears took my speech away, I sat up for hours with my mind on replay, Recapping the memories made.
I tried to get a hold of myself, I wanted to believe anything else, except your death, The news shook the earth beneath me, And as a result I could be found just weeping.
It’s not as easy as the comforters say, That time will heal all the pain, But never truly does erase it, I now have to rebuild my life without you in it.
By Beauti
Copyright©2011-2012 series