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I'm a 50 year old African American women who's been married three times and became a widow from my last marriage. My maiden name is Mackey. I have four sons ranging in ages from 23yrs. to 33yrs. I have ten grandchildren and I come from a large family myself.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Inner struggles: 50 of 498

"ADDICTION" My journey to recovery, out lasts my stumble into discovery, by the grove of my teeth, I hang on to this feat, in and of myself, I'm no longer weak, on the grand scheme of my life I now speak, I finally bridged the gap, found closure for my addiction, bringing understanding to my time of affliction, helping me to...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Inspired: 8 of 53

"MY EARTHLY INSPIRATION" Momma! You inspire me, to come today, now where I be, my life open for the world to see. Momma, you inspire me, to walk through dark valleys, knowing I'd soon meet the sun, moving further away, where sorrows begun, assuring me of victory, kept promises of battles won. Momma, you inspire me, to ascend...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life's journey: 78 of 290

"GOD'S GLORY SHINES THROUGH" Life these days can seem so dark, so blue, filling us with fears, the good times so few, walking most days, lonely, contrite, wandering and stumbling through the morning hours, unable to find the light. Then one gray and snowy day, a thing of beauty comes into play. Strangers, open their hearts t...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The Spirit: 63 of 175

MARGRET A sterling light, trapped in the night, dark forces laid by man, crossed through a lineage she can't diminish the time through grains of sand, A bewildered soul, a siren of light, sent forth by thy makers hand, afraid to sparkle, refuses to shine of thy womb six sires were left behind, on the times through grains of ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Experiencing terrorism: 12 of 32

"OH BEAUTIFUL RISE" Dedicated to those who were lost during 911 and their families. From their ashes much beauty shall rise, fear not of the tragedy for justice is the prize, not of our making, but played out in God's eyes. And in our coming together on that woeful day, the redemption for those lost will be found, in the nat...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Kindred spirits: 3 of 7

Birthday Wishes to my kindred spirit So often you're like the touch, of a gentle wind, beneath my wings that send, me soaring through lifes plights, the muscle and strength behind my fight, my fight to make it through. But of all the loves I've known, in lifes light that were true and fair, of all the loves God sent my way, ...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Science fiction: 119 of 270

"THE HEART IS WHERE THE HOME IS" Even after being here in this city all these years, I still find it hard to take a complete breath of fresh air into my lungs. Some how it just doesn't feel right to me, it doesn't feel natural. I've taken in deeper, more cleansing breaths of fresh air when I'm having one of my bazaar dreams....
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Family portraits: 10 of 22

Life in the country was usually lots of fun. I can remember one really hot and muggy summer night, about 55 years ago in Mississippi. It was pretty late for girls twelve and fourteen years of age, to still be up. But with all the exciting, busy, hustle and bustle that was going on in our house that night, it was impossible f...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Suspense: 86 of 188

THE KEY TO AUNT LUCILLE'S "HOT CAKE" Peaches! Tolley! Momma called out to me and my younger sister. I have a surprise for y'all, come quickly. As me and Tolley made haste in responds to momma's calls, I began imaginin all sorts of wishful reasons for bein summoned that day. But nothin in my imagination, could have prepared m...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Home: 112 of 189

"HOME IS THIS OLD HOUSE" This old house, sometimes bleak and cold. What a place to run, coming from outsides clouds and chills, entering inferior and old. let down you pain once inside, exchange sad stories, cash in on mother's glory', secure she knows why you're there, answers to every question in her prayer's. Back you fro...