About me - Deb Keen
My name is Deb Keen. I am the oldest child, of an oldest child. I have five siblings, we grew up in what was a small town named, St. Michael Minnesota. I was raised on a farm. There we milked cows, picked eggs, raised pigs, and grew crops. There is where I
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Mom, isn't a beautiful day?Mom, how much is two plus two?Mom, do I really have to get up now?Mom, I don't want to go to school.Mom, what will you do without me?I smile and say, I will find something.I put you on the bus.My little man, what will I do with out you?I busy my self with the task at hand.I think back to all the tal... More..
- Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death of a loved one
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Grandma I held your hand as you lead me.You taught me how to bake cookies.I held on tight.You taught me how to comfort those who hurt.I held on so tight.I grew taller standing next to you.I held on oh so tight.I gained wisdom sitting next to you.Still I hold on tight.I learned to let go of you as I saw you slipping away.Today... More..
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Should smoking be allowed in public places?
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Should smoking be allowed in public places? That is the question. While doing research on either side of this subject I see the same stance drawn over and over again. This kind of circular arguing is the thing that gets me nowhere. This is not the direction I intend to go. That said, I do think it is important to state a very... More..
- Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Hard times
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Share with me your heartTender is the heart and so easily crushed.Some days I walk looking at others.Is their heart broken too?How can we walk? Is it possible to even talk?Are there words to heal, or is it time we wait for?Please share with me your heart.Together quietly we will sit. Together we will watch time pass.Then plea... More..
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The daunting task was mine. It was to differ from the ways of my parents and their parents before them. Knowing the reason I had the strength to do this was the traits that they had firmly planted and nourished in me since birth. I sat to write them all that was within my being. This is the story of how my parents raised me i... More..
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What I Carry of Her.I sat by my grandmother and listened. I heard the determination to be an independent woman in her voice. I watched, as she told her stories, I saw a familiar stubbornness, and willingness to risk with in her. This is the part of her that lives on in me. So grateful I am to have known her to have loved her.... More..
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