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Without you.



has claimed me


which helps

this pen

to pour its ink

upon these


words from a wounded heart

which has realized

the truth

of the years

which do not lie

the dreams of a soul

which has learned

to appreciate

Life size statue of a woman at Oak Grove Cemetery in La Crosse, Wisconsin

the bitterness

of the tears

which stain

my cheeks

Tis true

we lie our heads

down to sleep

under the same moon

Tis true

the sun rises

each morning

kissing the dew away

every day

without you

Kimberley Formosa © 2011


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this morning

the song of a bird

of which was unfamiliar

to me

greeted me as I was


Art Print by Gayle Montayo

drawing me close

to the window

I could not

see the One

who was singing

so beautifully

for the leaves of green

upon the trees

are so lush

and bounteous

this time of year

He is near me

I cannot see Him

But I can hear Him

call me to Him

Kimberley Formosa © 2011

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“I remember I used to half believe and wholly play with fairies when I was a child. What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood, tempered and balanced by knowledge and common-sense..” Beatrix Potter’s Journal, 17 November 1896 National Trust collection

If I were supping

at a small oak table

set before a blazing fire

with hot soup steaming

before my face

and warm crusty bread

with sweet butter

melting there on

and Earl Grey

keeping my hands warm

If at this table

by my side

engaging in the most

delightful conversation

were Beatrix herself

Then I would not complain

of another






May day

“…and as I was quietly tramping about in the old wood, there I spotted him!” she said.

Kimberley Formosa © 2011

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Cares not

If his load to bear

Is heavier than yours

He will continue on


does not mind

if you have no desire

to hold his hand

He will be there

For you

Always at your side

Just in case

 And if you must

Discard him


You will find

His tears

Having fallen

So delicately

Upon all which has been

Blanketed by darkness

 For he knows what belongs

To each new day

And whatsoever direction

You choose

For your life

He will be there

For you

Lies hope in the

Everlasting truth

Kimberley Formosa © 2011

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Standing here

In this puddle of mud

It’s not that I want to be standing here in this mud puddle.

This is where I am.

Standing in a puddle.

But look over there.



A beautiful little flower.

That is where I will let my eyes rest.

my eyes

my soul

my dreams

Will look upon the flower.

Where I am does not define what I see.

Kimberley Formosa © 2011

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My Angel

 Blue eyes

and hazel

A legacy of love born

From out of youth’s devotion

 Parted ways cause

Lonely days

Sharing now


Lingering beauty of the heavens


Longing hope of our dreams

and the

Splendid memories of our first

Starry night

 The beauty of two intertwined

In my mind


Forever in heaven

 My Angel 


Heaven Can Wait













Kimberley Formosa © 2011




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i have been holding his hand

usually both

we have walked along together

on this dusty road

 suddenly he was gone

 my world became dark

 i see nothing

hear nothing

touch nothing

 complete loneliness

 faith is all there is

when trust is lost

 listen to the thunder

 look at the rainbow

 touch a mustard seed

Be a Mustard Seed

fear gripping the very core of my heart

consuming my breath

daring to steal away the love of my life

    don’t preach to me your garden of hope

   live it.

when trust fails

faith fulfills

even when blind


suspended in reality

Kimberley Formosa © 2011


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