Framed Poetry

Shirley Gerald Ware is the author of three published books and the publisher of Fresh! Literary Magazine, Fresh! Is an online and quarterly printed anthology, composed of teens and adults writers of poetry, short stories, articles and book reviews? She has written numberless poems and short stories, many of her poems have won award and honorable mentions. She has written and read many of her poems at wedding, bridal showers and birthday parties. The author is busy near completion of her fourth children book title “Joseph.”

If you would like the author to write or recite a poem at your Bridal shower, wedding, or birthday party, please e-mail your request to READ POETRY. A donation of $25.00 is requested for the reading. Please visit our website at http://users.rcn.com/freshlit and click on Shirley’s Poetry and make a selection or request a written poem. If you would like a special framed poem mailed to someone you care about, please, the donation is $15.00.

Wedding, Birthday, Wedding shower and all occasion framed Poetry

INTRODUCTION

With a little encouragement

Three years ago, my son Darol

Went in search of finding

Someone that shared his values

He came to me smiling with

Melody by his side,

From that day forward

They have become inseparable

I have witness

Their interaction with each other

And the affection, they display

For their kids, friends and family

Their character is genuine,

Today, they both stand smiling,

Displaying love and affection for each other

May the same smiles they display today,

Re-surface, as their life together unfolds

Darol, I met Melody in your first introduction,

You have my blessing, welcome Melody

Family and friends are waiting, for you

To make Melody your wife

My Mother’s Eyes

She is in and out of consciousness

As she lays motionless, adrift in her bed

Her eyes in perfect focus.

As her children crowd her room

One by one they prey on her consciousness

Looking for the impossible

But knowing that she is suspended

In a galaxy beyond their reach.

“Mother”, they repeat in a soft whisper,

“Do you know who we are?”

But their question hangs stagnant in the air

Her eyes maintain their focus

As she breaks into a soft song.

They search the faces of each other

Not knowing what to think.

I believe in you

I believe that you
can become the person
you want to be
a person to admire
a person with character
a person with talent
I believe in you
you must believe
in you too

Aim High In Life

Aim high in life

Leave space for failure

Those that aim high

Have space for failure

Those that aim low in life

Are sometimes doom to failure

By not leaving enough space for failure

The Love of a Man

I loved him dearly

More than I loved myself

I took him at face worth

In thinking, he was genuine

His words were an antidote

For my enlarged heart

When he spoke I listen

Absorbing his promises

Not knowing they were once published

In the minds of many others

That loved with their minds

Instead of their hearts

I am now a believer

That love doesn’t come

From one’s lips

It flows from one’s actions

In thinking I loved and loss

Would be a terrible mistake

I learned from loving

That love is special

And one must place their copyright

On their own feeling

By loving one’s self

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