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Joy Comes In The Morning

The blessings of morning

give me strength for the day.

The sun shines through the clouds

and the storms of life drift away.

In those times of union,

with him who lives on the bay,

I am given wings to fly

and I soar above all dismay.

For he, with his sweetness,

asks me to come and play.

And, I in my eagerness,

 join him whenever I may.

I have to write this

for it important to say,

You are my special friend

Dino or perhaps it is Ade.

 

Kathy Lockhart
12/14/06





Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-12-14 at 16:27

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Saga
A wonderful dedication darling!!!
2006-12-15


Phyllis J. Rhodes
A beautifully sweet ode from one poet's soul to another.
I am sure it will be treasured forever.
2006-12-15


Daybreaker
Oh, what a splendid write! And some insights to the relations on the bay, in deed. :)
2006-12-15


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
this is a beautiful poem for some lucky guy
and so softly gentle in your style well done rgds mike
2006-12-14


Zoya Zaidi
What a lovely tribute to Dino, who truely diserves it. A poet par excellence, he really is a delight to read!
And you have soul that gladly recieves!
(((HUGS FOR THE NICE PIECE KATHY))))
Love, Zoya
2006-12-14


seda
:) it's a good poem Kathy- I think your friend is so lucky :)

love,

Seda
2006-12-14


Will
Enjoyed the Read...

Another Grand Write..
2006-12-14


Rob Graber
To a stranger to the bay, the conclusion would be funny: She seems to have forgotten his name! "For him who lives on the bay"--clever and lovely, here and throughout.
2006-12-14