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16 October 2014
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Suzanne Maxwell

My name is Suzanne and I have had a passion for words, and putting them together, for as long as I can remember. I was born in Belfast but moved to Carrickfergus when I was seven, and I am still living here, although I have since 'built' my own Innisfree.

I work full-time as a primary school teacher in a school for children with special educational needs, and it is both exhausting and fun!

My poetry very much reflects my mood and mirrors my experiences. I have submitted a few poems before for inclusion in anthologies and recently won a poetry competition that a friend suggested I enter. Please be gentle with the honesty I express yet honest about what you read. Thank you.

Picking Daisies by Suzanne Maxwell

Childish fun,
Alone outside,
The quietness and the sun.
The grass that softly tickles through my toes,
The gentle breeze that kisses as it blows,
Just me alone, with daisies all around,
The jewels of childhood scattered on the ground.

Yet quite grown up I sit alone and play,
I chase the hopes and dreams of yesterday
By quietly weaving broken, fragile flowers
Into a pretty crown, I sit for hours.

The delicate tiara softly rests
Upon my head, a lonely lost princess,
A fairy grounded by her broken wings,
A mermaid, who for love no longer sings,
The girl who sits with flowers in her hair,
Still waiting for the love she hopes is there.
The man who won鈥檛 give up, whose heart is strong,
Whose heart is hers, to him her heart belongs.

He鈥檒l come for her, through every trial and test.
He鈥檒l come for her because their love is blessed.
Forever destined, written by God鈥檚 hand,
Eternally protected, kept and planned.
He鈥檒l love her through the scars that he can see,
He鈥檒l love her for the person she can be.

My moment in the sun is almost gone,
The childish fun must stop, things must go on,
The little girl who grew up far too fast
Is still alone and frightened in the past.
The daisies have all withered now it seems,
I stand and leave, it鈥檚 way too late for dreams.

听听听


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