Liberian Literary Magazine
Emily , Oh , Emily
Quiet , sentimental Emily , Who wrote so beautifully , Yet tenderly touched everyone ' s heart , With the beauty and humor , About which she wrote .
Her garden of flowers , That brushed the air , With its gentle , yet sweet scent . Blanketing the earth with her words .
Emily paused to enjoy , The simple things that life offered , While silently writing , What her heart revealed .
Emily , Oh , Emily , You gave to us a trove of beauty , Written to be shared , With all the world , As you now watch from above .
Each rosebud speaks your name , As it unfurls its soft petals , Releasing a unique scent , While the birds take-in that aromatic air , On their travels .
The gentleness of the woods , Where birds perch , High up in the trees , Watching our every move , To ensure we capture all beauty .
© December 31 , 2015 by Lee Christine Brownlee Lee Christine Brownlee is a freelance writer and poet . Was born and raised in San Francisco . She was married and raised her two children , Christine and Timothy , now grown adults . Lee worked in the San Francisco Bay Area for many years before moving to New York to write and study poetry , most recently attending the Gotham Writer ’ s Workshop in New York . Her supportive
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husband , Dick , passed away due to cancer in 2009 , as she began her poetry journey . Now bringing together a lifetime of memories and dreams , beauty and sadness , putting it all together in poetry to share with others . Other than writing , she enjoys the outdoors , gardening , and cooking , taking in all the art and beauty New York City has to offer .
Lee expects her book of poetry titled Heartfelt Em otions to be released in March 2016 , published by Tate Publishing .
Written by 14 yr . old Daughter
" He has cancer . " The words ingrained in my head This couldn ' t happen Those words I would dread
I cried and I cried I fell to the ground People were talking to me But I didn ' t hear a sound
We got in the car And drove to the vet I couldn ' t bear the pain He couldn ' t die yet
The room was cold And so was he I laid down next to him " Not today , please ?"
I wanted more years I needed more time You think you have problems ? Too bad , get in line
I laid in my bed With my thoughts astray I knew our separation wouldn ' t be long I will see him again one day
Oscar , his name There was nothing we could do I just need to say Oscar , I miss you
Wanted to get thoughts for my daughter ' s budding muse . Any help for her is appreciated . Thank you . sad poems © keith osborne 2016
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