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You don’t know it, but you’re my hero©

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Whenever I need a shoulder

I turn and you are there

Whenever I’m about to give up

You move me forward

Whenever I leave

You bring me back

My heart is full

Full of gratitude

Just for you

Everything I ever wanted

Is tied up in you

In who you are

In who you want me to be

I’ve always wanted to be

cared for and now

I want no more

A certain kind of happiness

Has come to my door

It seems never ending

and leaves me wanting more

No wonder why you’re my hero

I don’t think you even know

I can’t bring myself to tell you

For I fear I might lose you

So I’ll leave things as they are

And go on thanking you from afar

I hope I’ll always be this happy

All thanks to my hero

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You don’t know it, but you’re my hero©

Was written by Felina Silver Robinson

on March 5, 2014


The Late Great John F Kennedy

Was shot on November 22, 1963

I was just 7 and a half months old

Too young to understand what everyone else was feeling

I know that my mother was working

She started off on her feet

But when the news was shared

She dropped to her knees

The tears streaming down her tired face

She wasn’t thinking

Stripped of thought

She went running

Home to us, her children

She held each one of us

One by one

Its been said that she was singing

A song that no one knew

It had not been heard before

She gathered us up and took us

She took us to the Boston Common

Where many others stood about

About in a daze

Everyone, singing, sobbing and soothing

All those that stood about

At some point everyone started to dispurse and

Return home or back to wherever they had come

But hours, days, weeks months and years went by

And no one ever understood why

Why anyone would want to harm such a good guy

John F Kennedy was such an honorable man

He was the best President we had ever had

How were people to go on without being able to understand

The Why or the how

Lee Harvey Oswald was arrested for JFK’s murder

Some still say that he wasn’t the one

People are still trying to figure out who really took the life of such a great man

If in fact it wasn’t Lee Harvey Oswald

No one has forgotten

No one could ever forget

One of the greatest men to have ever lived

His family still stands strong

Honoring his memory with all those both near and far

Take a moment to remember a man

Who gave his life for this great country of ours

He like many others fought a thankless fight

All so that we the people could live on with freedom and in peace

Our love is never ending for John F Kennedy

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The Late Great John F Kennedy was written by

Felina Silver Robinson on 11/22/13


Never Done

Blessed with a child, often more than one
Our Job is never done
We make sure they never go hungry
That they are always clothed
That they get the best education possible
That they get to be a child for as long as they may
That they fulfill as many of their dreams as possible
That they hold a smile upon their face instead of a frown
That they learn to fight life’s battles

Always let them know that you love them
And life may be hard but all the pain ends up being worth it
Just hang in there and that rewards always come to those that are deserving

Always know that a parents job is “Never Done”.

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Never Done was written by
Felina Silver Robinson on November 13, 2013


The inner circle

What you’ve grown to know may not be the truth you think you are living

There are things we keep from another to protect us from the things that may hurt us

Don’t look deeper than you need to for the fear of what you may find may be grater than your strength to fight it

You’ll always know what it is felt that you need to know

You’ll always have the strength you need to pull you through the harshest of battle

It is hopeful that your shield will always be able to protect you

You are fortunate to be among the inner circle

inner circle

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The inner circle was written by

Felina Silver Robinson on November 12, 2013


The things that we do ….

Because You need me, I’ll always be there
When you are at your lowest, I’ll help you stand
When no one else wants to listen, I’ll lend an ear
When no one believes in you, you’ll have my faith and trust
When there is no food upon your table, there will always be extra seating at mine
When you have no clothing to place upon your back, my closet will be open to you
There is nothing I wouldn’t do for a friend or family in need
Oh the things that we do
They will always turn back to us someday

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The Things That We Do
Written By Felina Silver Robinson
November 6, 2013


Look to me

A city of of people

Turn to me

Looking for hope and direction

They trust me to lead them to their destiny

Am I strong enough

Who will lead me

Who will give me strength

We will do great things together

Together as one

For I am nothing without

All of you

You are my strength

You are my soul

You are my conscience

You are my soul

You are my heart

If you look to me

I’ll look to you and together

We will whether all storms

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Look to Me written by Felina Silver Robinson

on November 5, 2013

I dedicate this poem to all those in Leadership who run our great country and fight our great fight to keep us all safe and continue our rights to freedom.


When you needed me

I lent you my shoulder

I opened my door

I opened my heart

I gave you all that I had to offer

There is no shame

There is no need to repay me

I lend the hand of hope

To help you see the opportunities before you

To help you see that the world isn’t as bad as it seems

To help you understand that life is worth fighting for

To help you see that no one or no thing has the right to take away your hopes or your dreams

To help you see that your life and all that’s in it is worth fighting for

For as long as you want it

To help you see that you are worth the time and the effort

To help you see that love heals all wounds

I am glad that you needed me

and that I was there to lend my hand and open my door

self worth

 

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When You Needed Me

Written by Felina Silver Robinson (11/4/13)


Timing

From the mountain top

I stand peering down on the world below me

People, places and things

All unaware of the other

All unaware of their impact

All things seemingly perfectly timed

Facts are no one knows of the others tasks

No one knows the others agenda

But somehow it all looks so synchronized

Timing is everything

 

 


I Wonder…

I wonder if I do too much, take on too much
I wonder if they will be disappointed if my smile is absent next time they see me
I wonder if they will notice when I’m no longer there
I wonder if they know just how much their words hurt me
I wonder if they just don’t care

I wonder if I’ll have the time to change the way they feel
I wonder if it really matters that much to me
I wonder why I can’t stop caring as much as I do

I wonder if they know I used to cry myself to sleep
I wonder if they really need to be who and what they are
I wonder if they could survive being me

I no longer wonder, I’ve decided just to be me
The me I used to be before I started to care about them and what they would think of me
So now I no longer have to wonder or cry myself to sleep
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For those who know me, this piece is not about me. It is written as a reflection of young girl I know who is constantly worrying about what others think about her and how they treat her. She is working on finding her inner peace as we speak.

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I Wonder…

I wonder if I do too much, take on too much
I wonder if they will be disappointed if my smile is absent next time they see me
I wonder if they will notice when I’m no longer there
I wonder if they know just how much their words hurt me
I wonder if they just don’t care

I wonder if I’ll have the time to change the way they feel
I wonder if it really matters that much to me
I wonder why I can’t stop caring as much as I do

I wonder if they know I used to cry myself to sleep
I wonder if they really need to be who and what they are
I wonder if they could survive being me

I no longer wonder, I’ve decided just to be me
The me I used to be before I started to care about them and what they would think of me
So now I no longer have to wonder or cry myself to sleep
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For those who know me, this piece is not about me. It is written as a reflection of young girl I know who is constantly worrying about what others think about her and how they treat her. She is working on finding her inner peace as we speak.

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