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About me - Sharon Smith

Growing up in Kentucky, doesn't make me a hillbilly, being from Hazard, Ky. does. I am a 43 year old widow with 5 biological kids from my only husband of 22 years,who I met at the University of Kentucky, and 2 adopted kids I just picked up along the line.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On poems: 15 of 197
As I lay down my head to seek rest, his words of love, compassion, anguish, and hope run through my mind. his wisdom was beyond his years, his love was, what can only be described as agape love. I lie there with his sonnets so beautiful only angels can whisper them to me. They leave me wanting to hear more, even through my e... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Perception: 10 of 71
To perceive reality as real would be a farce Reality is what happens when everyone is looking Their Perceptions Will all be different Everyone has eyes to see, but minds to perceive To percieve life with hope is unrealistic Life happens, and we control what we can But their are to many external elements That do not allow hop... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Inspired by books and movies: 7 of 27
Gone with the Wind is a literary icon A southern belle who overcomes the odds Gone with the Government is modern life The poor are comforted with untrue nods. Of mice and men is genius, The book that spans many a generation, If that situations was present today, I have no doubt that it would end with a gun The Outsiders spok... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A day in my life: 141 of 390
My alarm is set at 6 AM. No later than that can my day begin. I wake, regardless at 4 or 5. The race is on to stay alive. Papers to sign, coffee in hand, kids to wake, my life is planned. The dishes can wait, the kids are late, my parents need their breakfast plate. I cook and clean and run the folks to the doc, OH MY GOSH i... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Good-bye: True gardening stories relating to love, life and gardening: 106 of 272
Being the middle child of two working parents during the seventies was not such a bad life. When I arrived home from school, I changed out of my "good" clothes, did my chores,homework, then played with the masses of children who lived in our charming neighborhood on Della Drive in beautiful Lexington, Kentucky. My childhood ... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Becoming a widow: 2 of 5
On February 4th, 2006 I was hurried to get ready for work, but a solid knock on the door made me get out of the shower quickly, as I realized it wasn't ordinary. I put on my house robe, and looked out the window. There stood a beautiful brunette woman with a brown uniform and hat on. When I opened the door, I saw her badge, ... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: When a parent has cancer: 12 of 29
On that rainy day in September of 2001, I felt down, so I called the only person in the world who had made things better for me for the past two decades, my mother. I began to rant about my problems, how my husband was never home, the house was a mess, the kids were fighting, looking back now, totally insignificant issues. W... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Alarm clocks: 30 of 68
The coffee is brewing, the dog is awake, my partner rolls over and gives me a shake. Five more minute is what I have, just leave me alone and let me fake. I know time is passing, it inevitable does, but five more minutes till he gives me his buzz. Who knows what will happen before the day will start, Maybe, just maybe, the R... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: Homeschooling and the single parent: 4 of 9
To be a single parent is enough stress in itself, to throw in educating your child seems crazy. Appearances are sometimes deceiving. Home schoolers are not a single individual who teaches every subject to a child on a daily basis. They have access to a multitude of resources. Just because your child is home-schooled does not... More..
Creative Writing > Essays Essay: Were you widowed when you were under the age of 40?: 13 of 29
When I was eighteen years old, I met the love of my life, Jeff, at the University of Kentucky. We had accounting class together, and he asked to copy my homework since he had been working at the local bar as a bartender and not even opened the book. My best friend, Betty Jo, and I were amused by him. He did not conform to an... More..