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Margie McKinnon's Writings

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Poem
Me, puzzling about life
Feb.19.2010
Change has always loomed, Like a demon in my mind, It pounces sharp on all my plans, The treasures that I find, I hate it when it comes to me, A smile upon its face, Disguised in goodness and character, Dressed up in pearls and lace, My life is set in front of me, Predictable and fast, How dare this wayward, orphan child, Stray me from my task, It flounders,...
Poem
The Other Side of Fifty
Feb.17.2010
The other side of fifty, Seems like a dangerous place, Where no one will appreciate, My lack of "pretty face." And oh, the fear of aging,  On which I contemplate, Rears its ugly head,  To decide for me my fate. And what about my body, When it's not so taut and lean? Will I find that I've abandoned,  My only cause to preen? Or will the ones admiring...
Poem
Mar.11.2009
                                   I cannot talk of birds that fly,                                   Against a gray and leaden sky,                              Their wing tips rippling to and fro,                              Wonder.....wonder....where they go,                                  In formation, like a plane,                                 Each...
Poem
Nov.14.2008
Once upon a time, high upon a hill, Lived wild and carefree, a yellow daffodil, Filled with peace and love, joyful in her home, Nestled in contentment, with other flowers she's known, She looked out on the lake and the meadow stretching wide, Filled with waves of color, life burrowed down inside, She stretched and yawned and danced, and looked up to the sky, Then...
Article
Nov.13.2008
              Victims of childhood sexual abuse, too numerous to count, come in all religions, all nationalities, all ages, and all backgrounds.  Childhood sexual abuse has no color or religious prejudice, targets no special income group, and plays favorite with neither male nor female.  The lingering tragedy remains with its victims for life, no matter how many...
Article
The Lamplighters
Sep.11.2008
Not Enough is Being Done About Childhood Sexual Abuse "In a tiny bedroom, a young girl lies, swirled in dreams of innocence. A shaft of moonlight beams through worn drapes, exposing yellowed wallpaper and stark metal bunk beds. Nestled asleep in the lower bunk, she draws thin, coltish legs closer to her chest as her breathing deepens and her eyelids flutter...
Poem
Balloon over cane as it "soars to grander sites"
Sep.11.2008
          Words A love affair with words, I have had since I was three, When first they marched out of books, To tempt and pleasure me, Intoxication lingered there, Filled my world with sights, Imagination floating free, Soared to grander heights, With years that passed, my world has grown, Through books that follow me, Entering my quiet life, To lift and set me...