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Enigma
The tool of neccesity Iam
always ready near at hand.
Without me you can't perform,
you are redudant in my abcence.
I am amazed at at your need for me
for I must seem to the human eye.
Small,insignificant.
Yet I know the power I possess,
your need for me is all I need.
Mind and hand in unison,
use me to fufill your dreams.
I am your companion at all times,
your innermost thoughts I can reveal.
Creativity is your aim, for Iam
the object of your talent.
Together we work in harmony
proving the point,
producing the word.
We are lost without each other.
For I am the pen you are the thoughts.

Ann Caldwell

Follow me slowly
Do not weep when I have gone,
for I am not faraway.
Only a door divides us
from one another.
And do not be sad
for things said and unsaid.
That's the way things were meant to be.
Remember the happy times
comfortable in each other's silent moments.
A glance from one to another
across a crowded room.
A love that does not have to be spoken.
And although that door divides us,
Iwill be withyou,
and when the time comes.
I will be there to guide you.
Into the next room.

Ann Caldwell

Recontruction
When the wall came tumbling down,
it lay for a time.
then one day you came along
and slowly,
The bricks rebuilt,until,
The wall stood tall and straight,solid.
Every brick moulding, uniformity.
The wind blew, at first a soft under-current.
A gentle breeze.
Knocking the bricks slighly askew.
A great storm raged, leaving it,s mark.
The wall withstood the test of time,
defying the elements.
The wall is where I'm at,
your support and understanding, cement.
A strong structure.
A variety of emotions, I will share
give what I can.
And yet, ask only understanding in return.

Ann Caldwell

Chain Reaction
If Istretch out my hand to you
will you put your hand in mine.
If I smile and say how are you
will you take it as a sign.
that all I want's your friendship
Im not asking anymore
So put your hand in my hand,
cos that's what friends are for.

If your hands are in their pockets,
then they're hidden out the way.
One thing you can be sure of,
they'll never go astray.
But think of all the other things,
they'll never ever do.
They'll never work for others,
and do much less for you.
So if I stretch out my hand to you,
will you put your hand in mine.
Then perhaps we'll start a chain,
of friendly people all in line.
Our chain will reach forever,
cos we'll gather more and more.
So put your hand in my hand,
cos that's what hands are for.

Ann Caldwell