A short poem written in my mother's voice, talking to me from heaven. Dear little Sammy, I think of you nowHow I managed to raise you I will never know how Although you were born into a world of deep shameI loved you and gave you your grandfather’s name There were...
The tree of my life, a mystery to me My branches haven't all yet grown I've got to go through these growing pains But wouldn't I already know? I'm beautiful the way I grow I look at myself Just then a new leaf grows I swiftly evolve, I change I look again and an old...
What a terrible space to live in being Gaslighted from the person you believe in... It starts off being innocent but the person becomes more diligent...I know what I see, I know what I heard but the look on their faces reflect absurd...Beginning to build up emotional...
32 years ago, I wrote this poem… Giving this crib to friends for their coming baby had been the very first step to acknowledge the fact that my husband and I would never have a baby together. I had begun to be depressed, and to drink to endure the loss of my illusions...
Humility is teachability’, an open mind to the truth. It’s a word that, if practiced, you will discover you. In my feeble hands, God placed the word humility. He said, “This word will help guide and strengthening you.” My daughter, I hope you...
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