Sharon Adamson
Dover, New Hampshire, USA
Sharon AdamsonDover, New Hampshire, USA |
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I have been writing poetry for about four years. I have raised five children and have had many happy times. I work as a certified nurses aide for sixteen years. Now I am going to college to be a medical assistance. It helps me to focus on many happy times among many people. |
It's A ShowerIt's a shower, here comes the flowersOh, no it's a baby shower Look at all the gifts It's quite a list A gift for a boy A gift for a girl Oh, look it's a toy For a girl or boy I hear a whisper It was my sister I hear another It was my brother Oh, no it's my mother Here comes the biggest gift of all He is very tall It's my father after all Now it's time to rest It was the best | Through The Looking GlassThrough the looking glassYou could see your mask Dreams will come true With only a clue Wandering aimlessly alone To find my way home Winds swept under my feet My hands began to meet I closed my eyes Remembering my ties Trying to make a dash Through the looking glass | Butterfly, ButterflyHoping to catch your eyeCircling around you, oh my Butterfly, butterfly, come into the light Oh, what a beautiful sight Flying so gracefully Into the sky, the butterfly Trying to catch a butterfly Fly, fly, fly, butterfly There he sets upon the mums I'm having so much fun Here's another on the sill Your standing so still You go to touch him There he goes, the butterfly I hear a tapping on the window It's the butterfly, fly, fly, fly There he goes into the sky Flying so high, the butterfly I'll see you another day Butterfly, butterfly, away |