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You were not mine


I held you.
Close to my heart.
You were not mine.
I was not yours.

Tiny hands held mine.
Eyes looking at me.
I saw my yearning.
My heart in tears.

In my arms asleep.
My heart yours.
Your Mum waiting.
I gave you back.

I watched you grow.
The kid; the young adult.
Through smiles and tears.
Each memory locked away.

And one day, you soared.
Spreading your wings.
Taking that step out.
I watched you go.

By C.E. Pereira



I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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