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Poetry Pleases: Blankets Of Flowers

Now I can see, what you gave to me
The courage to fight and the wisdom of letting it be…

Susan Smith Atti’s poem expresses the deepest gratitude.

Laughter to teardrops, to the darkness of night
Chasing her dreams in the shadowy corners of life.
Climbing up mountains, searching for sun
Spending her days in the maze of the race that she runs.

Then blankets of flowers, stretch out before her
The soft summer grass, at last, in the warm summer sun.
Hurry to touch them; don’t love ‘em too much now,
Pick them so gently. . . before they are gone.

Holding on tightly, then letting them go
Shivering in the heat of the night, while she’s sweating in snow.
Raging the rapids, then running with wind
These were the rhymes, in time that she came to know.

Then blankets of flowers stretch out before her
The soft summer grass, a path, in the warm summer sun.
Hurry to touch them, don’t love ‘em too much now,
Pick them so gently. . . before they are gone.

I spent my childhood, watching you run
Putting pieces of light in your night that you stole from the sun.
You wove them together, then worked them so well,
Wrapping your dreams up so tightly hoping no one could tell.

Now I can see, what you gave to me
The courage to fight and the wisdom of letting it be.
And now I can see, why you set me free,
I was your blanket, I was your light. . .you lived through me.
Now you live in me.

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