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Beloved

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Beloved

Is my Stefano Bemer shoes and Cadillac

Are my schedules and carefully laid plans

Is my freedom, no one to set me back

 

Beloved

Is my office, my desk, my chair

Is the wall that shows off my degrees

Is the silk suit I wear

 

Beloved

Is the coffee that splattered my tie

Your apologies, and moment I first saw your wide eyes

is the night we watched the stars in the sky

 

Beloved

Is you all in white

Is the cake shoved in our mouths

Is the frosting around your lips, such a sight

 

Beloved

Is your swollen belly

Are your eyes when you feel a kick

Is your cravings of pickles with peanut butter and jelly

 

Beloved

Is the moment I first held her

Is her first word, first step, first bath, first laugh

Beloved are moments with family I remember

19 thoughts on “Beloved”

  2. ‎Wow. This left me breathless. What a story, Megan! Beautiful… ❤ For the King, Jazzy

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    Megan posted: “Beloved

    Is my Stefano Bemer shoes and Cadillac

    Are my schedules and carefully laid plans

    Is my freedom, no one to set me back

     

    Beloved

    Is my office, my desk, my chair

    Is the wall that shows off my degrees

    Is the silk suit I w”

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    1. Aww…thank you! YOU are wonderful. You know just what to say to make me feel all warm and make me feel like my writing is worth something. I love your comments!

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