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About me

Hello! Thank you kindly for visiting my page. My name is Nancy, I am woman, daughter, wife, mother, grandmother, stepmother, godmother,sister, aunt, and friend.
I also love to write poetry.

I am a thinker, I do not consider myself a poet but I like to write down thoughts in free-style poetic form. I wrote my first poem when I was nine years old and it has been a secret passion of mine ever since.

One of my favorite quotes:
"In the end it's not going to matter how many breaths you took; but how many moments took your breath away"

I have a deep compassion for children and much sympathy for those who suffer. I wish to be a voice for those who have none; the aborted, the many starving and homeless children, and those poor souls ruled by corrupt governments.

Briefly me

My passion is ...

poetry, music, nature, books, children, LIFE

I know too much about ...

illness & pain

My parents always told me ...

never give up

My childhood ambition ...

to live

My favorite memory ...

far too many to name

Why I write ...

writing to me is like breathing; it is a release; an adventure; a journey

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

I read everyday so it changes and I love listening to country music.

My first job ...

a waitress

My best moment ...

adopting my children and marrying my soulmate

My inspiration ...

LIFE and it's many blessings

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Articles

Essays: Genocide by Aharon Hacohen
The importance of caring for Kenya's orphans: Making a difference by Andy Johnson
Short stories: Abortion by Michelle Kasdano

Featured article by Nancy Browne

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dying: 8 of 108

Living In Poetry I remember most Your aimless smile How you listened intently At the odds and ends Of my written words You said you didn't want to die On a white piece of paper Across the top I wrote the beginning of a poem I told you I was going to keep you here Alive You hated poetry But my words, you loved You said I was bold, blunt That I could conquer Whatever it is Written on the page You took to trusting my pen Mistaking it for the good old days My words held you living Breathing, on white paper I stopped Only to listen to you Or, at the end of a period Or, when something strange Wa...
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