Tag: remembering
group name: downgrade
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April 30, 2008 01:59 PM EDT --
On April 30, 1985, my Dad passed away after a brief battle with lung cancer. He was 59 years old. There's not a day goes by that I don't miss him. It's as if there is a hole . . . more
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June 24, 2008 01:56 AM EDT --
The river was our playground
rippling of waves our musical sound
enjoying our selves, such a wonderful thrill
I'd give anything for a moment if time could stand still
. . . more
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May 26, 2008 01:52 AM EDT --
These are Weary Eyes
Teary eyes, that I am looking through
They have seen so much
Loved so much, no wonder I feel blue
Looking back through my life
Tumbling like Alice . . . more
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July 23, 2008 01:36 AM EDT --
When I was in my thirties and went back twenty years,
I was but a child,with many childhood fears
Then when I was forty and looked back again
Those twenty years made me twenty, . . . more
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May 15, 2008 03:40 AM EDT --
Our beautiful home on Fawn Ridge, with the cathedral ceilings and all, had
been condemned and we had to look quickly for a new place for our family,
now four kids and a big old Dog, Beauregard. . . . more
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May 03, 2008 03:45 PM EDT --
In the dark hours
in almost total despair
like a calculated act
my heart filled with fear
an ominous pause,
in my fairytale life,
not a temporary situation
Filled me . . . more
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May 06, 2008 02:03 AM EDT --
With pan gs of ex pan sive pride, with a pan oramic view
through my window pan e, our country's is flag waving
In my mind I hear accom pan iment . . . more
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June 03, 2008 12:50 AM EDT --
Damn that mirror. That is how she felt today. Nothing seemed to look
right. Her hair had pieces going every which way and no amount of spray
could keep them in place. Those once reddish . . . more
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June 19, 2008 02:16 AM EDT --
H ere , th ere , and every wh ere , they w ere the words of the s ere ne song
my daughter chose for her wedding s ere nade, and the words, H ere , Th ere ,
. . . more
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July 03, 2008 04:09 PM EDT --
Life was a hoo t when I was young, you could c hoo se to do what you
wanted to do, from being a craps hoo ter ending up in a hoo segow, to
being bally hoo . . . more
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July 12, 2008 01:40 AM EDT --
Dear Diary, I read what I wrote
In those years so long ago
as I lay here on my bed
In the light of the candle glow
I want to find a Prince
That will take me . . . more
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July 31, 2008 04:29 PM EDT --
If I could visit someone
who has passed on to the other side
Of course it would be my husband
On August 6, 59 years ago I became his bride
I would be so excited as I was . . . more
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June 07, 2008 02:42 PM EDT --
I will never leave you sweetheart
I'll be forever by your side
You can count on me forever
By my love you can abide
We belong together
No one can pull . . . more
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May 08, 2008 10:17 PM EDT --
In the great expanse of Heaven
Beyond the Pearly Gates
There is a special angel
And patiently she waits
For she greets little children
Who have left us all too soon . . . more
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May 14, 2008 02:50 AM EDT --
There is an old ad age , there is advant age to age
This is outr age ous, age d people may not heed this p age
Down through the age s with cour . . . more
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May 22, 2008 02:34 AM EDT --
I wrote this poem right after I lost my husband, and I am thinking
a lot about him now, as his birthday is this Month, and I thought
I would put it up again, as a lot of times, I . . . more
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May 24, 2008 04:20 AM EDT --
The house on Gay Ridge Road was always full of kids, and laughter, and
yes, every now and then a squabble. Sometimes with other kids and sometimes
between the boys. They were getting . . . more
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May 27, 2008 12:58 AM EDT --
I am a ro man tic, so ro man ce will be my theme
I will ada man tly man age to find a man to fit my dream
I have known a lot of man ly men, a police . . . more
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May 29, 2008 02:01 AM EDT --
Today would be Bill's 83rd birthday, and I like to think things are
like this for him, as we never went to a doctor's office or anywhere
else, where people were glum, that he . . . more
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June 06, 2008 12:15 AM EDT --
Please don't mi sin terpret what I am writing, sin cerely and without
compromi sin g, my thoughts about sin , or sin ning.
Now . . . more
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