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Created on: September 26, 2008
I'm a chameleon in rainbow socks
Allured by happiness.
A mom, a poet, a sister and friend
Unaware of my own greatness.
Defined by true nature to always believe
A little love goes a long way.
I'm as gracious as wind chimes stirred in the breeze
Free in a summers day.
I'm intense at absorbing anything new
Yet misunderstood by a few.
I've faced tragedy and triumphs tune
But desired harmony in all that I do.
I'm a child that can make stories up in the clouds
My heart's soft and fragile besides..
Life kind of gets serious and down
And my free spirit just runs free and hides.
I'm a woman with courage to admit when I'm wrong
Although it took years to find grace.
I believe the best kind of make up to wear
Is the smile God puts of my face.
I'm an older woman with wisdom beyond this age
I've seen many pearls come from a stone
And when no one else could stand up for the truth
I continued this path all alone.
I'm a healer of wounds and a servant to all
I care for any who need.
I'm a Gardener of love traveling along
Dropping this magical seed.
I'm a daughter of angels who now have their wings
Not an orphan left here on earth.
The glint in my eye is enough to show
I've discovered my priceless worth.
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