A Story Of Love
Into my bed he ran last night,
Telling me of his terrible fright.
I held him close and we started to talk,
And he told me of how people stared and
gawked.
I told my son to try to understand,
That he was more special and to hold on
to Gods' hand.
He is my son and I Love him so much,
For he is my inspiration, my soul he does touch.
This young child was shaking so hard inside,
Awaiting mommy to build up his pride.
He was born with difficulies some seen, some not,
But the Love of the Lord is what he's been taught.
I stroked his hair my baby my boy,
And I told him he was my Pride and Joy.
A tear did fall as he fell to sleep,
For he is a lonely child with problems so deep.
Now whether this be my child or not,
There are too many children where Love is not taught.
This is not about my sons at all, But in this
cruel world, Many of our children do fall.
JudyŠ1999
The Meeting
She shivered as never before,
While standing at the strangers door.
She peered inside just hoping to see,
The perfect man she dreamed he would be.
The sweat was appearing upon her brow,
Knowing they would meet some day, some how.
But disappointment was what she had found,
For he was not to be seen any where around.
She thought maybe she would sit for a bit,
But soon got too tired to even sit.
She lay in his bed and a tear did fall,
For this was his scent, sweat and all.
As time passed slowly she nodded off,
And was awakened by a muffled cough.
It was him, the man she was waiting for,
And he embraced her as soon as he opened
the door.
There was her son so big and strong that
she lost so many years ago,
Niether one of them uttered a word, their Love
did overflow.
JudyŠ1999
The Treasure Unfolds
The Silence is awakened as the treasure unfolds,
As she thinks thoughts of pleasures untold.
Gently carressing her inner soul,
Yearning for something to make her feel whole.
Searching fingers looking to find,
The fulfilling pleasure so gentle and kind.
Trapped within purity wanting more,
While entrapping her thoughts her fingers explore.
Each little crevice so soft and yet pure,
Waiting and wanting, time will endure.
A touch of the treasure so much desired,
Like the purity of pottery waiting to be fired.
Alone in thought, desire, and will,
Just waiting for this treasure to be fulfilled.
Alas the temptation is wild with need,
Just waiting and wanting to plant the seed.
The seed of fulfillment that comes from within,
That being a woman means you can't always win.
To be able to have the experience to say,
I have become a woman in every way.
JudyŠ1999
Thank you all for your support and friendship
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