I have decided to changed some small neaunces to my poetry. Hope you enjoy the changes/
It is exactly equivalents to 28 years, seven months and fifteen days - my wife Imelda has enjoyed life with me and with our three loving children. For more than 28 years, we have enjoyed the married life full of beautiful dreams for the future ahead. We have never fight or have shoute...
Do you love home cooked food? Would you like to try some of the best and maybe even quite exotic home cooked food while traveling? - Or are you a "home" chef? Do you love to invite people to sample your best home cooked meals? Two options and great "foodie" experiences all over the wo...
Memory is the way of collecting things you love and holding on things you never want to lose. Mathew, for the love of Athena, wrote her letter to hold on memory of his love. This is the original version.
2015 is coming to a close very soon, and it has been interesting so far. The time I've had to think lately had my mind wandering to some strange places.
I brought Auntie René's book along with me to Canyon Manoir. Yes, she finally finished her book, recalling her decade of experiences at Nackby up until the point Father's house burned down with all Auntie René and Uncle Gus' things inside, including all Auntie René's diaries and ...
Yep, a trip down memory lane sounds sweet, now that I'm visiting the old school again where I've been to school so many years ago. But how will I find the experience?
In the United States we typically enter our most festive holiday season with the arrival of Thanksgiving. For most this is a time of gathering with family and friends to share food and to visit. For many, however, the holidays conjure up all types of hurtful memories. I usually send o...
This poem describes how I feel about my youngest son and daughter moving so far away to Arizona! It brings me back to the pain of when my son and daughter were kidnapped by their abusive dad. I must step away from the past and look into my heart and soul for the new adventurous me!
This is going to be a poem about homecoming in many forms but mainly what it means to schools.
This poem is about how every little thing we do helps makes us who we are. No matter how little we may think the act was or how much we try to run away from it. Everything we do shapes who we are.
Time, it certainly is a mystery. It's always there, but it can leave you stranded, wondering, where, where did it go? A precious commodity indeed. Yes, very precious is this thing we call time. These two short poems touch on this subject.
Our childhood is marked with instances, emotional periods, experiences that we never forget. I indulge in a bit of deja vu as I journey back to a time in my life, with eager eyes and a wistful soul I peered into my hopes and dreams.
We are in high school now with just one more year before graduation and despite our differences Danny and I are still best friends.
This poem starts out describing the physical road then moves through the life of the person. The reader can put themselves as the main character.
Looking back into the past can be an interesting thing to do
This is one of the stories from my personal life which I had written for the 42daysofwriting course which I had taken and enjoyed so much.
While cleaning out some old papers, I came across three unpublished poems that have significance to events of the past. Can you work out what was going on here?
Math may be one's worse enemy. Or it may be one's best associate. It's always a challenge. I really dislike it.
We course through life but soon are in the evening of it. What we need to fall back upon may elude us when young, but memories keep us company especially those of what we did to benefit others. One should keep that thought in the back of our minds even as we pursue our goals to give u...
Tragedy and life situations can either make us or break us, we are either going to draw closer to him or we are going to pull away. I see my friend M as the ultimate example of that, facing an illness that would eventually take her life, an amputation that forever changed her life, an...
When a new child is born, the parents have to decide what to name the baby. It is an important function, because in most cases, that name is the one this person will identify with their whole life.
I find myself thinking about, smiling about and remembering the good times and people i have been blessed to meet in my life, i hold my memories dear as they always a silver lining in the clouds of life.
Recalling precious memories of summers spent on Lake Geneva
This article was written in November 2006. It is as relevant today as it was back then.The article explains how people in paliative care can pass on stories of their lives or special message after their passing.