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This is a collection of poems that I have collected from the internet and one's that I have written myself during certain times in my life. Each and everyone of them mean something to me in someway or another. I hope that no one minds that I borrowed their poems to post on this site. If you do please e-mail me to let me know and I will be more than happy to take it off!
Domestic Violence
is a poem that I found on a site concerning the horrors of domestic abuse. I found it one day while searching for support groups. This poem makes me realize that there are always people out there that are experiencing things that are far worse than either you or I could imagine. So many people turn a deaf ear. We get too caught up in our own lives to deal with problems of others. Sometimes the end result could be something that is too horrid for most of us to deal with. I thank God everyday that my children and I walked out alive!
Once you read the poem
Thier Little Secret
you will discover that it is about a child who has been molested in some way. I left you hanging on this one. You begin to wonder exactly what happened. I will never tell.
Information Please
is a very inspirational story. You never know how important the most insignificant people in our lives can be! This child found someone he could really talk to. Almost like a best friend I suppose. Someone who had never seen him in person but knew his soul. It will grab your heart!
Since September 11, I have seen a change in my friends and neighbors. I have seen the soul of America reawaken. This poem,
Mighty Eagle,
gives me hope for the future. If only America would lean on her creator. We tend to get sidetracked in our daily lives. We go through our days without even thanking him that he blessed us with one more sunrise. So many people don't have that chance any longer. All the friends and loved ones that we have lost due to this tradgedy is unbearable. So many thought he was turning his back upon us. But isn't it we that have turned our backs upon him?
A Parent's Prayer
is just a cute poem describing what a parent feels like after a hectic day. After all the seriousness in the previous poems I thought you could use a little laughter!
On August 29, 1999 I lost the best friend a person could have.
I met Teresa Strasser in the fall of 1998. My son was one year old. I had been married for about 3 years. My husband and I were going to buy a computer from the Salvation Army. He had met Teresa's husband David there. David asked me to go get some disks from his house. I realized after seeing Tia that I had previously met her. We talked and she invited us over for dinner that night. That is where the greatest friendship of my life began. She was about 3 months pregnant when I met her. Little did anyone know that she was silently dying. She was taken from us by a Giant Basilar Tip Aneurysm. (For those of you who don't know what this is feel free to visit David Strasser's
site.) I never understood why God would choose to take the most compassionate person I had ever known from me. She shed so much light into my life! The poem
Why You
is about the period soon after she passed. I began to realize that God will take us one and all. Different times, different ways but we will all one day be in that home above the clouds. I know that is where she is dancing with the angels. She may have died in silent pain but she is now singing with joy. No more tears, no more pain!
This is a story of a mother's determination to let her only child see his dying sister.
You Are My sunshine
will grab your very soul! I have heard this story many times. It has been passed around in many e-mail chains. It is one of those stories that you will never forget. Such a simple little song but yet such a powerful meaning.
The
The Thorns Within
is a poem that I wrote a few months after we were seperated. It is about how I felt about him. The things that he used to be and the things that I wanted him to be.
The poem entitled,
YOU,
is about all the anger that I had built up inside me. You could say that this was a "rub it in his face" kind of poem. I just had to let the anger that had built over the years come out!
The poem
Where Are You?
is my reflection of how my children will feel and most likely do feel at this time in thier lives. The last time I saw their father was in Febuary. The oldest always ask, "When is Daddy going to some and see me?" What can I say to a child? What I am I supposed to do to make him stop hurting?
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