| Patricia Crosby |
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| Where Is That Little Girl Looking inside myself to find that little girl Where is that little girl of four? Hair of gold, eyes of blue. I wonder sometimes, though I haven't a clue. I've searched inside myself. I've seen her face; I've called out her name. The years have passed; she's not the same. I wonder if she knows who I am. I'm who she is but older now. Gone are the ringlets of curls. The little hands that reached out. The tiny feet that danced about. With a wish for happiness, she closes her eyes at night. She dreams of castles and of white knights. She dreams of a prince so loyal and true. So happy is she, this little girl with hair of gold and eyes of blue. Will she remember those days of dolls and jacks? The rides she took on piggyback? She doesn't have the answers. She hasn't a clue. This little girl with hair of gold and eyes of blue. Patricia M. Crosby Copyright �2002 Patricia Meyers Crosby |
| Sharon's Song Words given from the heart of someone very special When I cross that Jordan wide, she'll be waiting on the other side. To take my hand a lead me on, to live up there our heavenly home. I'll miss her with every breath I take. With each tear that falls, my heart will break. I see her face wherever I go. She never leaves me, this I know. She continues to brighten my smile. Each time I think of her, I stop awhile. She listens quietly to my every word. I whisper softly, but I know she heard. How does someone put a love in the past? How does someone love again when my love for her will always last? Someday she'll come to me and say, "Get on with your life. Don't waste another day. Life's too short to worry about me. I'm safe in the Father's arms, don't you see". Patricia M. Crosby Copyright �2002 Patricia Meyers Crosby |
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| I wish to express my gratitude and appreciation for your visit here. If a dream is a wish the heart makes, then surely you have become a part of that dream. |
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| My mother would always say, "Anything that is worth doing, is worth doing right". In my efforts to write poetry and children's books that will inspire, communicate, and at times lighten the heart, it "is" worth doing and occasionally, I do get it right. On this page is a selection of poems I've written that hopefully, will leave you with a feeling of warmth and pleasure and perhaps, bring back fond memories. |
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| Out of the Ashes September 11, 2002 A day that touched our hearts and lives in so many ways I wondered about not knowing where. The sounds around me, the people's stare. I looked behind me in time to see, the crumbling of buildings and of history. I saw the faces of those I knew not. The devastation, the dust, the smoke, the heat of fires burning hot. In front of me was a street that once I traveled. Today it was broken cement, broken glass, and steel beams raveled. I ran passed firemen, policemen, and friends. I didn't know where I was going or recognized where I had been. The building had shook and the rafters fell. I ran to the hall and then down the stairwell. Someone held my and said, "Follow me". I took his hand and felt such peace, such harmony. I didn't know this man, I couldn't see. When I got to the street and began to run, I looked beside me but he was gone. Beside me had been a friend that had taken the fall. I called out his name and he had bared it all. His bravery was without measure, his kindness so sweet. I wasn't the only one, for there were many who fell at his feet. Many who had died to save a friend. Many who started a journey without an end. They entered gates that were made of gold. They entered a place where there is beauty untold. They were greeted by loved ones who had gone on before. To live in peace forever more. Patricia M. Crosby Copyright �2002 Patricia Meyers Crosby |
Coming Out of the Darkness Nettie Loyd Meyers December 13, 1907 - July 21, 1968 I love you Mom Happy Mother's Day I've traveled on this path I've choosen. Sometimes it seemed as though time had been frozen. The time I speak of is the life I've been given. The road to happiness was sometimes forbidden. But just as my final days are nigh, I think of how time really does fly. The childhood laughter, the tears caused by a scraped knee. Catching lightning bugs and swatting at bumble bees. Fishing for anything that would bite my line made of string. These were a few of my favorite things. A little girl that saw only rainbows and white clouds. The sun always shinning and looking down. A young adult full of questions and fears. The outstretched hand of my Mother so dear. Helping me find my place in this world, "Come on, you can do it". "You're a big girl". She prayed for my earaches, growing pains, and salvation. She stood by me, beside me, and remains my inspiration. Her love was undying and belief so strong. Until the Lord took one more angel home. I remember her words, her touch, her smell. Each one of these, in my heart they dwell. She was my mother, my friend,and confidant. Her love without measure, her strength never stopped. I still see her today when I look in the mirrow and because of her love, the world's a little clearer. Someday when I see her face to face. She'll know her prayers were answered I made it by grace. Patricia M. Crosby Copyright �2002 Patricia Meyers Crosby |
| Sometimes when writing, the words don't always come easily. I have to search inside myself to find what I want to express. The poems on this page express some of those feelings I have inside. It is my hope that you have enjoyed reading them. |
| I Can Still Hear the Laughter I can still hear the laughter. I can still see the smiles. I can still climb the highest moutain while remembering days gone by. I can still sail across the ocean in a boat so small and climb the mightiest tree of all. I can still ride a bike. I can still fly like the wind, while remembering the scrapped knees that my Mother would mend. I can still dance in puddles left by the rain. Play Jacks and Baseball. Play with trucks and trains. I can still dance, play Baseball, and smile. I'm just a little slower now, it takes me awhile. I can still ride a bike and fly like the wind. If only it didn't hurt for my knees to bend. I can still sail the ocean in a boat so small. I can still climb the tallest tree of all. Yes, I can still hear the laughter. I can still see the smiles. Only it's different now, it takes me awhile. Patricia M. Crosby Copyright �2002 Patricia Meyers Crosby |
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