Imaginations
     
    
   
   
    
     
      A
      Poem
      For
      Katie
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Starry
      eyes
      sparkle
      a
      shimmering
      shine
     
     
      As
      you
      admire
      a
      gift
      of
      simple
      taste;
     
    

    
     
      In
      innocent
      joy
      you
      are
      more
      than
      kind
     
     
      For
      you
      smilingly
      accept
      a
      simple
      grace.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Though
      mama’s
      you
      are
      and
      always
      will
      be,
     
     
      You
      have
      time
      enough
      for
      love
      from
      me.
     
     
      No
      elder
      can
      feign
      your
      sweet
      innocence
     
     
      Nor
      naturally
      emit
      such
      radiance.
     
     
      You
      need
      not
      earn
      it,
      my
      love
      you
      have
      won,
     
     
      Take
      it
      as
      you
      do,
      like
      light
      from
      the
      sun.
     
     
      And
      remember,
      please,
      throughout
      your
     
     
      young
      years,
     
     
      That
      youth
      which
      is
      wasted
      more
     
     
      quickly
      wears.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Your
      calling
      in
      life
      is
      yet
      unknown:
     
    

    
     
      No
      worry,
      though,
      you’ve
      abundant
      time;
     
    

    
     
      Soon
      I
      will
      say:
      "My!
      How
      you’ve
      grown!"
     
    

    
     
      And
      through
      it
      all
      my
      heart
      will
      keep
     
     
      you
      in
      mind.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      -
      Anonymous
     
    
   
   
    
     
      IMAGINATIONS
     
    
   
   
    
     
      All
      stories
      printed
      in
      Imaginations
      are
      fictional.
     
     
      Any
      references
      to
      people,
      places
      and
      all
      other
     
     
      names
      existing
      on
      earth
      are
      used
      completely
      for
     
     
      fictitious
      purposes.
      I
      apologize
      for
      any
     
     
      misinterpretations
      since
      these
      stories
      are
      not
      meant
     
     
      intentionally
      to
      offend
      anyone.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      COCA-COLA
      CLASSIC
     
     
      AND
     
     
      Pe
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Cant
      Beat
     
     
      Thee
      Heat
      Tanne
     
    
   
   
    
     
      GENE
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      China
      Doll
      In
      The
      Window
      —
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Shining
      big
      blue
      sparkles
      for
      eyes
     
     
      Skin
      as
      fair
      as
      snow
      with
      cheeks
     
     
      Glowing
      like
      beautiful
      stones
      of
      ruby
     
     
      Lips
      so
      pink,
      soft,
      and
      tender
     
     
      Bouncing
      curls
      shine
      golden
      rays.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      full
      of
      hatred
      and
      rages
      of
      jealousy
     
     
      For
      such
      a
      carefree,
      perfect
      world
     
    

    
     
      So
      protected
      and
      carefully
      controlled.
     
     
      Destroy
      that
      world
      with
      ugly
      pictures
     
     
      Of
      the
      beautiful
      and
      the
      pampered.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Pain
      deeper
      than
      deep
      could
      ever
      be
     
     
      Only
      know
      by
      the
      innocent
      one.
     
    

    
     
      No
      one
      listens
      to
      the
      cries
     
    

    
     
      And
      hurt
      of
      not
      only
      pain
     
    

    
     
      But
      of
      such
      mistrust
      of
      the
      role-model.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Still
      the
      pain
      grows
      even
      deeper,
     
    

    
     
      Deeper
      on
      skin,
      heart,
      and
      memory;
     
    

    
     
      On
      the
      young
      memories
      that
     
    

    
     
      Last
      forever
      and
      a
      lifetime,
     
    

    
     
      Not
      something
      to
      ever
      to
      recall
      back
      on.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Horror-filled
      minutes
      that
      seem
      like
      hours
     
     
      Grow
      even
      longer
      as
      the
      pain
      grows.
     
    

    
     
      Still
      no
      place
      invitese
      the
      pain
      to
      go
     
    

    
     
      Not
      to
      grasp
      to
      for
      security
     
    

    
     
      And
      no
      one
      to
      stop
      the
      world.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Blue
      eyes
      are
      now
      overpowering
      black
      eyes.
     
     
      The
      cheeks
      are
      only
      red
      because
     
    

    
     
      Of
      the
      never
      ending
      storms
      of
      tears
     
    

    
     
      And
      the
      lips
      are
      fragile
      like
     
    

    
     
      The
      lonely
      China
      doll
      in
      the
      window.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      -
      Sable
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      The
      UPEI
      X-Press
     
    
   
   
    
     
      November
      15,
      1990
     
    
   
   
    
     
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