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Shae O'Brien grew up in the Pacific Northwest, and it has bred her to have a love for music, coffee, the ocean, and rain. Her love for writing was planted at a young age, with the encouragement of beautiful family and inspiring teachers, and grew into a passion she cannot go a day without. During the day, Shae is also an English teacher, promoting the art of the written word among the youth of Austin. Her writing has been featured in publications such as Off The Wookie, AIPF Di-verse-city Anthology 2012, and TWENTY: Poems In Memoriam. She recently self-published her first chapbook, "Truths Unspoken", which takes the reader on a poetic journey through the passion, love, heartbreak, and rebirth of a relationship. You may find her on any given night writing or performing her work around Austin, TX.



Please note that all poems and/or parts are the property of Shae O'Brien and should not be shared without giving due credit.



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Tuesday, February 19, 2013

My Dearest Child

I lost you once
In a black spot on a screen,
In dark blood and clots of tissue,
In the somber apologies of loved ones.

They said it wasn't meant to be,
They said God had a plan,
They said you were my angel looking down,
They said I gave you all the love you needed.

My dearest child,
They were so very wrong.

Nobody meant to lose you,
God never planned for me to have to say goodbye.
I don't need another angel above,
You don't need wings to fly.
I've got so much more love to give--
And it all belongs to you.

I'm sorry your first form missed the mark.
I'm sorry it wasn't worthy of carrying such a blessing.
But my dearest child,
Rest in God's gentle arms,
Sleep in the cradle of His love,
Listen to the angels' lullabies,
And wait...

For we are not done yet.

We will make you a stronger cocoon,
God will weave your beautiful soul into it,
And when the time is right you'll fly
Straight into our arms
As it is meant to be.

We are meant to be.


I've got so much more love to give.

It all belongs to you.

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