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Mrs.Rand

April 20, 2010
By Anonymous

Altering such a stubborn mind as mine.
Is difficult.
But she did it.
She fluctuated my aspect.
Of taking away my own future,
And not growing a year older.
This women is inspiring.
Her beautiful smile shined to me.
And her hugs showed me she cared.
I can hear the tune of her heels now.
Click Clack.

Click Clack.
As she strides for two.
She sounds nothing of a prodigious monster.
But a floating speck.
Click.

Clack.
She doesn't need heels to make her feel womanly.
Instead, the wonderful baby boy living inside her.
Should do it.
But.
Now.
She is gone.
For the most marvelous reason.
Anybody could ever be blessed with.
To share life with.
To a new member of her family
Her third baby boy.
He's ready.
He's ready to open his glistening eyes to the world.
Golden.
The name of this new life.
Named by a women who is golden herself.
Inside and out.


The author's comments:
This poem is about a counselor who worked at my school. She helped through things and saved me from the pressures of my blade. Once she left the school on maternal leave i felt compelled to write a poem about her and how much she meant to me. Thanks Mrs.Rand:D

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