I wanted to try something new with my mothers words and poetry and prose. These are just short statements, yet, I hope they go as far as Epitomes go as she speaks, that I have thus far so submitted. I swore I would stop when 100 of her poems were placed on this site, (yet, forgive me if my swearing does not end). But, I wanted to share some of her fast and caring feelings, in few words. I think the readers will appreciate. There are pages of these in her journal and her works. Just sharing a few.
May We grieve For Some More Than others - Those who thought We wouldn't And Those who knew We Would. ~~~~~~~~~~
All you Become Depends upon Your soul, Not Your birth or Place or Circumstance. Remember that - And Get busy.
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Health is Our Greatest Wealth.
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We turn our backs To our perception of anomaly As if we, ourselves, Were not strange.
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Every dimension Leads to another With the past in tow
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
