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Best Poems From
KATHRYN MILLER
(Oct.1,1986)
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The Beauty in Us All
We all are beautiful inside,
Some just tend to think it isn’t so,
But where would all the beauty go?
We all have something interesting,
That is piercing to the soul,
So don’t doubt,
What your life is all about,
‘Cause beauty comes from the beholder's eye,
And not the accuser’s lips,
Because as it turns out,
That is what beauty’s all about,
The true beauty,
Is nothing but you.
Kathryn Miller
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Under The Summer Rain
We have laughed and cried on the hood of this old pick-up truck,
Our talks weren’t ever really romantic,
Mostly about the latest news and about life,
But nothing serious,
We always felt the love without having to say it,
But we weren’t sure we could tell it to each other,
Because there was so much of it,
Until one day in summer,
While sitting on the hood amongst the field of daisies,
It began to rain,
But it wasn’t the least bit cold,
And as we looked at each other,
We felt more love than ever,
I told you I loved you,
And you said it back,
And we made our way down that lonely little dirt road,
Without saying a word,
Because we had said it all,
We had broken the ice,
We had told each other in three little words,
That we wouldn’t leave each other,
And that we had felt feelings for each other,
That don’t come by too often,
And somehow that was enough.
Kathryn Miller
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Window Boy
He sits there and watches me,
Tear stained cheeks pressed against the window,
Swollen eyes fallowing my trail,
I flash a smile in his direction and only then,
does he turn and cast his piercing stare in another direction,
To wipe the dropp of water of his rosy red cheeks,
Then night falls and I return bye the window boys house,
He is still there fallowing my every step,
I walk into my house,
And open a window just near his,
I hear him whimper and a woman scream,
The window boy shrieks 'No mommy dont! ',
And then all falls silent except for heavy breathing,
I turn out the lights and pray it isnt so,
When i awake the next morning I rush to the door,
And am greeted by the flashing lights of that police car,
I begin to weep for the poor little boy,
Through my tear stained eyes,
I happen to see the little boy hovering over me,
He sets his hand on my shoulder and tells me its ok,
and that he is fine, my little window boy is safe,
He tells me I am his hero his strength,
I am what he proclaimed as his 'savor',
I grasp the little window boy in my arms,
look up to the heavens and thank god for my little window boy,
My window boy, my window boy, my little baby brother......
Kathryn Miller
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Grandmother
She taught me how to cook,
She taught me how to sew,
I have always thought of my grandmother as…
A rather strong woman,
Who could withstand the toughest wind,
Until one day they told me,
She had had two strokes and couldn’t smile again,
I know you may think “well she still loved you”,
But I cried until there were no more tears,
I wept until my body shook,
Because even though I knew she could feel it,
She could never show happiness again,
She could never smile,
She couldn’t spread her laughter,
Like she had before,
At first I was mad,
But that all changed very soon,
Because I became sad,
My grandmother passed away,
When I was a very small child,
I remember little but her smile,
And I hope that she is smiling down on me from above.
Kathryn Miller
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