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This is in memory of my mother, Marie Louise Domino. I acknowledge and share both, the joy of her life and the sorrow of her passing. I clearly recall... A poem written in memory of Marvin Zindler, a Houston television icon who, as the KTRK-TV (ABC 13) consumer affairs reporter, served our community wit... My friend and neighbor Jack Drennan went to be with the Lord a few weeks ago. He was a good man. I dedicate this poem in his honor. My friend had to put her sweet dog, Harley, down yesterday, it was a very sad day for all who knew him. I wrote this for her. Tiggy was about 12 yrs old and adopted us when we moved here on the farm 10 years ago. She was in a very poor state of health having lost a lot of her... During the hot and humid summers in West Virginia, a daily trip to the store helped take up part of the day. All was well until a dog named “Ol’ Jack”... “Where we will always be…”
In THE GARDEN OF OUR DREAMS
3/7/13 on my last and best cat Newton’s death (March 4, 2013.)
For NEWTON (May, 1996 – March 4... Over the years I have made many friends online…some have died; others have just simply faded away and a few remain steadfast in every way… know that w... St. Paul''s Episcopal Church, Chattanooga, TN
Listen:
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I grew up under the shadow of an abuser. I cannot forget nor will life let me; he is here and there and everywhere, wearing different faces different... I asked my husband once if he ever watches me when I sleep or do other tasks around the house with love in his eyes without my knowledge. He was hesit... Haiku of various interpretations <embed src="http://www.AuthorsDen.com/adstorage/4750/ipanema.mid"hidden="false"border="0"width="310"height="45"autostart="true"autoplay="true" loop... i wrote what started out to be a dialog poem about an old trapper and it grew too large for a poem. if you get a chance, read the short story 'Isaac' I went tonight to my first Grief Share meeting at one of the local churches some 15 miles away… It is a Christ centered group of people who have the l... I don''t usually make reference to the ure verse which follows every sharing I''ve placed on this site. However, this one time, I am asking that the r... An American actress brings back memories of relative known only in stories. <P><strong>Old Me</strong></p><p>There once was a girl, <BR>
With very pretty curls,<BR>
Right at the nap of... |
