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And so - with clear, new voices we come. Ascending full of wonder, clasping hands to walk as one . Wielding temperament and knowledge from our years beneath the sun. Yes - climbing up we come. And so - coins fisted tight we come. Progressing with our children, holding high our chins to see. Wiping noses, kissing foreheads, drying tears on bended knee. Yes - pushing up we come. And so - shoes worn thin we come. Rising with our parents, straining minds to find a way . Topsy-turvy turn events, and Lord, still the price we pay. Yes - dragging up we come. And so - each alone/together we must come. Striding tired, bruised and hungry, mounting steps we dared not climb. Building courage and with patience through the sifting sands of time. We waited, watched and grew from them, how in our hearts we’ve yearned! Felt the hopes that rose within us and so from this we’ve learned. Yes, some are numbed with anger and some just numb with fear. But still, Good God, this light that shines, at last is all too clear! With bundles, babes and burdens ever onward we will run. And so - My Sisters, even so; ever onward we will come.
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Maryann Hazen
She is a mom and wife living in NYS. Writing poetry has been, (and will
continue to be) a life-long passion of mine. She has enjoyed the good fortune
to see hundreds of poems published internationally, both in electronic and
hard copy format and have won several awards and contests.
She loves Renaissance Faires, birdhouses, her pet hamster and reading fantasy novels. Other hobbies include needlepoint and flower gardening. She has an awesome tin colletion and avoid the kitchen as much as humanly possible without starving. |
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