Kelly Attrill
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Poem "A Woman of Strength":
- written September 2009
- published October 8, 2009
- viewed 54 times
Other poems by Kelly Attrill:
»A prayer for me...«
»Bafana I wana«
»Butterflies«
»Culture Crossroads«
»Cupid's weird way«
»Devil's Monopoly«
»Fallen too far«
»From the land of Milk and Honey«
»I don't know!«
»Insomnia of Society«
»Life«
»M.I.A.«
»Nomad«
»Poison«
»Where have all the angels gone?«
»Who says mottos are always true?«
Visit Kelly Attrill's profile page
Poem "A Woman of Strength":
- written September 2009
- published October 8, 2009
- viewed 54 times
Other poems by Kelly Attrill:
»A prayer for me...«»Bafana I wana«»Butterflies«»Culture Crossroads«»Cupid's weird way«»Devil's Monopoly«»Fallen too far«»From the land of Milk and Honey«»I don't know!«»Insomnia of Society«»Life«»M.I.A.«»Nomad«»Poison«»Where have all the angels gone?«»Who says mottos are always true?«»A Woman of Strength«
A woman of strength & courage is she who sits here.
Displaying traits, that of a queen.
Nobility & stature oozes from her aura
Yet a hard life is where she has been.
The strides of her walk are as smooth as a summer breeze
Passing through one's hair
The feeling of refreshment
This excitement is too much to bear.
With eager I await her presence.
In my chambers I sit with ease.
She enters with such humbleness,
My grandmother – is she.
I go back centuries when I look in her eyes.
And see all the face lines around them.
A journey, a tale with passion & truth,
The intrigue and knowledge behind her.
She opens a world of vision and fear for people who believe her story.
A world with love, honesty and trust.
How wonderful it must've been.
To wonder around in drapery, naive to life's tribulations.
To sit by the riverside & get lost in your own dreams
Where everything is colourful & always as it seems.
Displaying traits, that of a queen.
Nobility & stature oozes from her aura
Yet a hard life is where she has been.
The strides of her walk are as smooth as a summer breeze
Passing through one's hair
The feeling of refreshment
This excitement is too much to bear.
With eager I await her presence.
In my chambers I sit with ease.
She enters with such humbleness,
My grandmother – is she.
I go back centuries when I look in her eyes.
And see all the face lines around them.
A journey, a tale with passion & truth,
The intrigue and knowledge behind her.
She opens a world of vision and fear for people who believe her story.
A world with love, honesty and trust.
How wonderful it must've been.
To wonder around in drapery, naive to life's tribulations.
To sit by the riverside & get lost in your own dreams
Where everything is colourful & always as it seems.
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