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Memorial poems flew freely from my mind back in 2003 as one loved one after another passed away. It was a way to deal with the sadness.
A poem to hurry spring and predict it's arrival.
Spring is always a welcome sight. Here are a couple poems I wrote about spring.
This is a rant about the things I'm thankful for. Perhaps I can change the minds of those who are not thankful for what they have.
Cardinal's have strange enemies including their own reflection in a window pane.
Writing things down will help you recall events from the past. Dates are sometimes important and get missed. Journals are a great way to refresh your memory in the future.
Tips on how people can prepare themselves for a storm or other crisis is the base for this hub. Warnings are there for a reason. We should listen to what they are saying.
Many people still love to write and receive letters. Not everyone has joined the computer age and a personal letter written the old fashion way can still bring the feeling of closeness to those needing a special...
This is a memorial poem I wrote when I lost my dad back in 2003 just three weeks after my brother passed away.
I speak of a picture my grandmother painted of the old sugar shanty my uncle had. I also tell some of how my uncle made syrup back in 1984.
How wrong people are to judge other people when they don't know anything about them? In my opinion they are very wrong. This poem is thoughts I have written to express this wrong.
Beauty seen for what it's worth is the thought that applies to this poem. This was also published in The Pen, the Poet Band's Society publication.
I always admired how my grandmothers got by on so little. Living through the depression gave them insights on how to save and get by on much less. In this hub article I remember a few things they taught me.
Grandma was always dear to me. To show her how much I thought of her I wrote her this poem. She was deeply touched.
I wrote this poem years ago one day as I watched the snow come down. I was thinking about how fast the seasons change.
Cats are curious creatures. My bob tail cat Bob shows signs of these more than others do. A unique character I have grown to love.
A poem about a cardinal and his mate at the feeder.
Cats can be a great companion and most will love you as much as you do them. This poem is a few thoughts of that devotion.
Memorial poem for my brother who was a farmer struck down with cancer at an early age of forty five.
Love can be seen in the little things our spouses do for us. Romance alone does not mean love.
Cancer has taken many loved ones from us. When you don't know it's stage four until the end, the memory can be terrifying.