Special it moves and grows with the daisies.
Special has motion and is never too lazy.
Special it rises and ebb’s like the sea.
Special is you and special is me.
Special it writes of a world that is good.
Where all of its leaders do just what they should.
Special climbs whenever it falls.
Without our high’s we are nothing at all.
Special has a house of wine and a bendy pen that doesn’t rhyme.
Special lives and special learns and doesn’t grow and often burns.
Special learns he’s right beside the teacher that’s within his mind.
Special succeeds and dances in leaves.
We wallow in ditches and our counties we lead.
Defending our land hiding in sand,
following a scheme of fate that we planned.
Special lies awake at night after a fitful dream.
Special aids another who often came from in between.
Through growth and compassion they gain and learn trust.
Then special and special they both turn to dust.

Copyright G.P Williamson 2014

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You’ve shown me. (Poem)

Book Stories of you by G.P Williamson
Poem “You’ve shown me”



You’ve shown me capabilities that I needed so much.

You showed me without words.

You showed me with your touch.

You’ve shown me candlelight in the heat beneath your skin.

You’ve shown me how to move so ever deep within.

You’ve shown me how to cradle both my mind and heart.

You’ve shown me how to love and how to fall apart.

You’ve shown me that it is just the start of all you hold within.

You told me with a look and it’s now my life begins.

You took the very spark of me the essence that is life.

You magnified it tenfold when you agreed to be my wife.


Copyright G.P Williamson 2013