I Am Oh So Lucky
I’ve known true love
I am oh so very, very, lucky
Why is that, you may enquire,
I have known and felt true love
Pure love, in its entire.
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Most stages of my life have involved
Some type of pure raw exquisite love,
I’ve lived, breathed and honoured
As much as I could of the love above.
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I first experienced this beautiful emotion
When I was living in a children’s institution,
Luckily I had two big Sisters on my side
Their pure love, for me, a forgone conclusion.
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It was the bond of this true Sisterhood
That I was so lucky to have growing up,
These two souls were the saving grace
And for that I thank my good luck.
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I met my soul mate at the age of thirteen
And I was lucky to give and receive,
A love so pure and sweetly innocent
That to this very day the loss I grieve.
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I’ve been graced with the love of friendship
But one special friend filled my heart,
The unconditional love he shared
Has made his death extremely hard.
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Next my fabulous luck showered me
With the birth of my two fantastic boys,
If you’ve never experienced this bond
You’ll not know how lucky I am to enjoy.
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You know if that was the extent of my life
I’d still consider myself as ‘oh so lucky’,
As the best title I have ever received
Is the crown of all titles, “Mummy”.
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I thought I had used up all my luck
But then I married a man of passion,
Although this love was brutal and hard
I’m still grateful that it happened.
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So although I now live a life on my own
And I may have lost so much,
I still feel extremely lucky
For my life has been full of love’s touch.
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About the Creator
Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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