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As an AD member I think it fitting that in my sixty fifth year of life I share a small piece of my childhood. This poem is a reflection of a true life... O Child Of Mine...Original photograph taken by my oldest grandaughter, KimberLee (14) of her little sister Aubrey Rayne.(4)
Isn''t she just the cutest you ever did se... O' Little Aubrey AngelThis is dedicated to the memory of two special people...my sister in law and Michelle Mead's brother who both passed on to leave an empty space in our... Obituaries and EulogiesA poem to honor Grandparents. Though Grandparent''s Day is not until September, these caring individuals deserve praise, year-round. Ode to GrandparentsJack, one of our remaining two Jack Russell Terriers, passed yesterday. He will be missed. Ode To JackWhen it was time to sell the house our family had grown up in; that my parents had lived in for 56 years, emotions flowed. How many people could still... Ode to Our HouseThis intimate poem was written for my bear-artist friend:
Ode to Teddy(sonnet split into its stanzas)
Written 22:58 15/09/2003
* revised 16th, within deadline time Off To Bed
We had a wonderful day yesterday with our kids, grandkids and so many special friends. I know they enjoyed it as much as we did.
Oh What A wonderful DayFor Debi and Tracy. For Stephanie, Debbie, Chelsea, Emma, Dylan, and Taylor. For parents and grandparents everywhere. And as always, all my friends... Oh, BabiesOur thoughts and prayers are with the victims, families, first responders and the city of Boston.
Image © 2012, Karla Dorman One © 2013, Karla Dormanrepost/written as a teen...Under the blankts with a flashlight..lol
Most people think this is about a guy..it was to my family... One Last TearHow many times can we forgive our wayward child and pray for her to come home? One More Time... One More TimeI just want everyone to know it has really been fun and challenging being your friend and foe, just wanted you to know. One Poet to Another“...One of the most obvious facts about grownups to a child is that they have forgotten what it is like to be a child...”
---Randall Jarrell---
Pictu... Only My FatherJust an ordinary guy
With an ordinary life
Living to get by
Trying to get it right
Weekdays 9 to 5
Can barely make ends meet
Still, it’s good to be a... OrdinaryOur brother is the only family member who lives in close proximity to our sister who is fighting the fight of her life with lukemia-he has a lot on hi... Our BrotherMy dear sister and I found ourselves alone at about the same time when our spouses departed this earth for eternal rest Above. We had no other siblin... Our Last Home on EarthOur church is indeed small by comparison to most, and when I can get the whole family together to attend at the same time we make up about 1/5 the con... Our Little ChurchDear Reader: I hope you can view the film below this poem as a reference. It''s a film produced in Russia and it paints a picture of how cold and impa... Our Love Starved SocietyAs most of you who read my work know I am not a very religious person but was raised as a Catholic. Our family bible besides being a testament of the ... Our Old Family BibleWith all the rain and storms that have been happening, it has me wondering......... Our path...........Eileen and I will celebrate our 20th anniversary this October. Sometimes I get in trouble for sort of misplacing the date. Not this time. This is for ... Our Sweet SongThis was written for my daughter. She was born on Valentine's Day and has always been a sweetheart. OUR VALENTINE BABY GIRLWe are grandparents raising a grandson, now nine, who is blind and has cerebral palsy. Ours By ChoiceWe've a grandson, whom we're raising, and his father is unknown. THIS is how we approach his concern about it. Ours By ChoiceI took this picture on a weekend winter getaway as I walked outside in the snow I saw my five year old granddaughter playing in the pool. Didn''t thin... Outside Looking InThis poem is how a person feels when he/she reaches fifty years of age. Over Fifty
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