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One Inside ©
How do you tell a heart to turn and walk away,
From something truly special it's begging you to stay?
I think of all the people I've met along the way,
But few have ever captured me the way she does today.
With laughter deep and real, and a smile ne'er contrived,
Our conversations are fluid as the hours simply fly.
She'll never see her beauty through her humble eyes.
Yet every time I see her, my heart let's out a sigh.
A beacon from across the room her radiant smile and hair,
From others gets a passing glance; from me a lengthy stare.
And when she faces trials, I also feel her pain.
When the tears are flowing I'm standing in her rain.
The weight I see her carry down a rough and tumble road,
I long to lend a helping hand to help her ease her load.
At times I often wonder what her mind's eye thinks,
When tossing me a smile and getting back a wink.
She'll never see, or ever know the feelings that I hide.
I'll always see perfection for the one I keep inside.
- Richard Doyle -
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Wink Moments ©
Life is full of those unique times
When alas you cross that proverbial line.
A prank, a kiss, or a venial sin,
When wrong was wrong, yet still you grin.
When bad felt good and the devil got the tilt.
And you felt bad for not feeling the guilt.
Where only a few know what your mind's eye thinks,
When the moment's relived with a smile and a wink.
As the years go pass and the memories gray,
Those special "wink moments" will never fade.
So live out those days each chance you get.
And make life an adventure you won’t soon forget.
- Richard Doyle -
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Blink of an Eye ©
In a blink of an eye
A baby's cry
Toddler's drool
Off to school
Tying laces
Expensive braces
First car date
Graduate
Start a career
Marry your dear
One on the way
Hair turns gray
Kids move on
Retirement dawns
Grand kids play
Health soon fades
Fragile falls
Good Lord calls
Loved ones cry
In a blink of an eye.
- Richard Doyle -
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Summer of 88 ©
With a steadying hand I managed to walk.
With encouraging words you helped me to talk.
Each new day was a brand new slate.
I think it was the summer of 88.
Using the bathroom was a major event.
People watched over me wherever I went.
My food was scattered whenever I ate.
I think it was the summer of 88.
I'd suddenly chuckle and not know why.
For no special reason I'd break down and cry.
Surrounded by family monitoring my fate.
I think it was the summer of 88.
You'd think I was a toddler by the way that I act.
I can't remember names, or simple little facts.
The Golden Years of life were supposed to be great?
But not since the summer I turned 88.
- Richard Doyle -
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Dear Mother ©
Dear Mother,
How can I tell you
How much you mean to me,
When all these years I've hidden
The words so selfishly?
So as I sit and ponder
The words to honor you,
I find them not in verse,
But in following in your shoes.
For your time is not your own,
Yet never a word, or complaint.
You share in all my joys.
Comfort in times of rain.
Your joy is not a destiny
In some far distant place,
But rather a life-long journey.
Each day a smiling face.
Your commitment never waivers.
Your loyalty never contrived
Yet selfishly I hide away
My admiration deep inside.
But when I think of who I am
And the gifts that I've been given,
I see a mirrored image of
The life you've been living.
For when God sent down His only Son
To walk upon the Earth,
He did so through the gift of life,
And a loving Mother's birth.
He could have sent an army,
But an army often yields.
He wisely chose a Mother,
His greatest protective shield.
So for all the time I've wasted
In never expressing my love,
You're everything I long to be,
God's Angel from above.
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