The small child a girl
Prayed to have arms to embrace
Hear words of love
For once feel safe
The growing girl
Hoped for value as a friend
Part of secrets part of play
Wanted friends on whom she could depend
The woman once a child
Waited for the heart of one
The desire to be dear
Feel the passion of love
These three in one
Waited hoped and prayed
Knowing that one day
Love would forge its way
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Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing and publishing in multiple genres (including education) in E. African for E. Africa. As a writer, it is a thrill to write for children (on all continents) who want to learn.
I've been part of the blogging community for more than 13 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community.
I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers.
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i enjoyed that.
it’s like a unity of three. the process of growth where values change but the promise of love is equally as desired.
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If you haven’t tried to publish this type of aritcle in a major paper, you should give it a try. It needs to be available to as many people as possible. This is amazing information.
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“Love would forge its way.”
And how that happens feels like such a mystery…
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