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I am 61 years old. I have two well-educated sons with successful careers and 4 of the most precious grandchildren in the world. My life has taken many roads, most of them, not easy. Up until about 2 years ago, if you would have asked me what my talents are,

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pride: 1 of 48

I happened upon this box Layered with dust and mold. How could I have ever known The treasure it would hold? I brushed away the dust And opened the box. There lay inside the secrets Of which we never talked. Inside were two small medals That told the story of a man Who wore those honors proudly. By his country he did stand. ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Inner peace: 2 of 49

A Spirit deep within me Was yearning to be free. To soar above with eagles; And skim high above the trees. But angered winds of distrust Rustled deep within my soul. They spun 'round the part of me And kept my heart so cold. Now my love has come With arms so safe and strong, Calmed the winds and set me free To know the love ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: About friendship: 16 of 276

Worn by the ocean And the sands of time. The beauty of a pearl Is a truly rare find. Unknown to us all Are the storms it has weathered. After all it has suffered There remains a great treasure. I found such a pearl .. When I was a child. She was my best friend; and my greatest admirer Her strength held me up When I could not...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My son: 12 of 169

As you grew from a child to a man, I wanted to be your mother and your friend My heart tell me I've failed at both. I wish I could start all over again. Could it be I wasn't there for you, To comfort you when you cried.? Of myself, did I not give enough? Please believe that I tried. In you sometimes I see myself And the pain...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Worlds away: 2 of 23

Forgiveness alludes me from wounds long ago. Like angry waves of hurt I'm tossed to and fro. My heart was broken, Our family torn apart. I can't find the place forgiveness to start. My heart was open On our son's wedding day. If I saw you with her the pain might go away. But you were a coward, And would...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Childhood memories: 43 of 362

Home from school, I would rush so fast To greet the aromas my home would cast. Mom in the kitchen with her apron so neat Making me cookies, welcome home treat. To the bedroom I'd run to see what you made For me and my doll's fashion parade. Never knowing the work and the time it took; To make all those dresses, even down to ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The ocean: 25 of 201

Trade winds carry The faint albatross call; As I look to the oceans Feeling enormously small. As I cast my gaze afar, Gentle ripples I see, So calmly and at peace They inch towards me. Their sways come and go Like a tune so refined. Then in an instance Their force is defined. Their anger seems endless Traveling down the shor...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Regret: 55 of 274

The quiet insignificance I felt in my past. Has kept me imprisoned; A dark shadow I've cast. In my mind the echoes That have haunted me "Don't stop till your perfect..." But I know I can't be. Why must I keep trying Even as I've grown old? There is no one to fear... Not one that will scold. Why does the fear linger I am wear...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fear: 65 of 283

What if I had gone Down a different path. Down a road that lies Only in my past. Who would I be Now that it's too late. Where would I be Had I tempted fate? Useless questions I ask and wonder. The answers allude me As I sit and ponder. My clearest thoughts Only show the strife Caused by letting fear take control of my life. ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Who I am: 82 of 339

She wonders who she is. She wonders where you are. She wonders if she'll ever know As she wishes upon a star. The woman you see now Is a child that lives within; Who has searched her world over For a love she needed then. And, if indeed, she finds it, Will it only be the shade Of dreams long cherished And into the mist will ...