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Help Shriners Help Kids
"No man stands so tall as when he
stoops to help a child."
MOM'S PAGE
I'm working full-time at a local hospital. I am a Benefits Administrator at a hospital with about 8,000 employees. It can get hectic - but I love it most days.
Come back often as I'm always up to something new. Oh, and I like to have my picture taken too - lol.
Check out my poems below. I'm not saying I'm a poet - but it came from my soul (yes, I do have one).
I have added a few recipes to this page. I have many favorites that I'd like to share.
Is there anything that you would like me to add to my homepage? Have any suggestions? Well, if you know me, you know my e-mail address - so send me an e-mail and let me know. I'd like to make it better - but don't know what you want to see.
Baby Me
WHAT DRUNK DRIVERS DO TO US
Poems I wrote when my mother and sister were murdered by a drunk driver in 1983
Oh Mother Dear
Oh
Mother Dear why can’t you see
How
much I need you beside me
I
know that you are always here
But
I just don’t know exactly where
Just
give me some kind of sign
To
prove I am still yours and you still mine
I
wish you could come back today
But
I know that there is no way
All
the tears which come from my eyes
Are
for you and the way that you died
I
know I don’t think of Rose and Cry
I
just do not know why
Maybe
because I never saw her much
And
we didn’t keep in touch
I
wish we could have liked each other more
But
our relationship was really poor
That
night when her picture fell
I
said “that is just as well"
But
when the nurse called to say
That
it was the end of a happy day
And
nothing would ever be the same
But
I have no one to blame
And
now I say my goodbye
But
I don’t know why you had to die
It was really you
Mother
Dear I love you so
Why
did you have to go
I
still don’t believe it’s true
Why
did it have to be you
I
wish you could come back to me
That
way we would always be
You
will always be in my mind
And
I will never leave you behind
In
my mind you are still alive
But
I still find myself saying why
I
know that I am supposed to accept it
But
my resistance is still just a bit
Maybe
I’ll accept it in a year or two
Then
I will realize it was really you
You
really didn’t go away
You’re
just waiting to see me someday
