I’m thinking of ways
And of days
And of hours I spend without you
I’m thinking of how things were
And of how things are
And could be
And how some things can never be the same
I’m thinking of pain
And of happiness
And that somehow, together
They equal love
And I’m thinking of you
I’m thinking of blue and of calm
And of the emptiness I sometimes feel
When I’m without you
And I sometimes feel when I’m with you
I’m thinking of life
And of loves
And of how I could change the things that I’ve done
And if I could, I’m thinking of without you
I'm not sure of poetry ever brought a lost love back. But some of them make great reading for those of us who have lost a love and admire poetry that reflects our feelings.
Jamie was a healthy, active 12-year old who loved to skate and played hockey as well as any boy. Then one afternoon during a game, she suffered a stroke that changed her world. Her memoir takes the reader through her ordeal and her journey out of the
Inside the Methadone Clinic. Addiction to heroin, methadone, and other opiates. Destruction. The primal addiction" of the child, power and control over your own life, the institutions and the characters, the love between a mother and son. This book i
Rosetta was born in 1909 as the youngest of ten children. The family had more laughter than money and neighbors would knock on their door to ask, "Can we come in and laugh, too?"
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