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One advandage of being a tomboy-boys never messed with me... I can remember like a child in spring
The joy and beauty of the world expressed... I was teased growing up. I hated it.
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Lets speak up for our babies who can't speak for themselves.
God be with all the families in the Boston Marathon tragedy. One of the ones killed was an 8 yr. old boy named Martin Richard. This is a tribute to hi... This poem was written by my daughter when she was eight,now ten, and has been published with my collection of poetry, entitled, I Am. A poem about a child''s most trusted confidante and the only one we cannot see --- their imaginary friend.
This is a reposting of a poem I wrote, las... I found many priceless treasures in my son''s pockets over the years, but none as precious as this.
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Brief summary of Ashley and Josh:
In December 2002 I wrote about Ashley and J... <font color = "blue" face = "verdana" size=2><b><center>
Meet Haleigh Payne. She was born with complex congenital heart disease plus... Written for the lovely, bright older half-sister of my granddaughter who lit a fire in the bathroom at school. A poem about the beauty found within a daughter's heart, expressing how quickly they grow. A glimpse of a childs first days in Kindergarten ... it came to me outside of Vegas
awakened by songbirds at dawn
I scribbled it down this nursery rhyme
and at that time I didn’t know
why my soul had de... The population explosion is a direct result of over abundance - we are as mice responding to availability.
From the first farming communities to the ... When I was just a boy, we would go out at dusk to throw rocks into the air and watch bats dive toward them. Now, we are too old and feeble to do such ... |
