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    Beyond the Door: Poetry and Memories
    Beyond the Door: Poetry and Memories
    Beyond the Door: Poetry and Memories
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    Beyond the Door: Poetry and Memories

    By Betty Bateson

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    Poetry about loss of a child, a sister, a husband and best friend. Some poems are sad and dark while others show hope and feelings of inspiration.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBookBaby
    Release dateMay 1, 2014
    ISBN9781483526942
    Beyond the Door: Poetry and Memories

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      Beyond the Door - Betty Bateson

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      Kiss From Heaven

      Have you ever felt a kiss from heaven

      When a warm breeze touches your face

      Like a gentleness caressing soft lips

      Yearning to meet in a special place

      Have you ever had a memory so real

      You pinched yourself when you arose

      Could it be possible and is it true

      You were with the love you chose

      Have you ever wondered about dreams

      Where they come from and are they real

      Images of happy times with love so sweet

      Where you can see him where you can feel

      Have you ever realized how lucky you are

      To be sent a kiss from heaven above

      You are blessed with visions and dreams

      One sweet kiss from the one you love

      Dreaming

      when you kissed me gently

      and held me in your arms

      my tears disappeared

      but my dreams see truth

      you are my sweetest image

      conscious of a beautiful ending

      as deep waves of reality

      flood my mind

      dreams do not always come true

      Jewellery Box

      an old jewellery box shabby and worn

      lays before me in the pawn shop

      the ballerina broken and bent

      her tattered dress dusty and blue

      memories in this old box a mystery

      so long ago in another lifetime

      a story to be told

      perhaps a gift from a handsome gent

      tales of romance and glory

      maybe a dear Mothers gift to

      to her sweet daughter

      on her wedding day

      to hold her precious hopes and dreams

      good luck to come her way

      my hand gently touches the chest

      reflecting on days gone by

      a lifetime ago when she was young

      yearning for love

      full of wonder

      glowing with desire

      on top of the world

      timeless love

      Butterfly

      So delicate and fragile

      Like a broken heart

      Beautiful and light

      It sets you apart

      Full of color

      Like a maiden blush

      Yellow and pink

      Like a painter brush

      New and fresh

      Like a gentle kiss

      You are the beauty

      And love that I miss

      The Walking Stick

      cleaning out the closet is never fun

      trying to separate past memories

      with things you feel you need to keep

      for whatever reason

      here is your walking stick

      what will I do with this

      you carried it for several years

      just to keep your balance

      it was so much more than an aid

      to enable you to walk with ease

      the cane leaves its mark

      it was your signature in life

      to keep your gait steady and true

      not one of the oldies but one too young

      to lean on a stick to get around

      when you were taken to the edge

      only to slip and fall

      you shall never have it all

      even in silence you speak

      in spite of all I hear your thoughts

      but do not misplace what matters

      to see inside your eyes

      pain breathing daily

      out of reach to those who

      look upon your strife with pity

      all people walk different

      so do not lose sight

      when all comes crashing down

      we all use crutches

      The Graveyard

      I just came from visiting you at the graveyard

      Where your home has been for some

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