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I love surprises ! I absolutely love being a mom, I really miss my dad, and I adore my baby sister. I love soccer season, going to baseball games, spring is my favorite season, purple is my favorite color. I am a protector, healer, and survivor at heart.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Friendship: 9 of 273

I was told about a mom who arrived to pick her daughter up from daycare, only to see her only daughter in tears, "Mom, I can't find my bear!" My heart ached for the poor little girl, her tears running down her pink coat so home I went and figured, at least I could write her a little note. That evening I wrote her a letter, a...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A day at the beach: 7 of 195

From the beach you watch the waves roll in, let them come to you, let it begin. They bring with them the essence of life, either soft as a pillow, or sharp as a knife. Palms up, slowly now, place your hands deep into the cold, soft, wet sand. Close your eyes, gently now, lift up, let it filter, be ready, don't let it throw y...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Hold my hand: 1 of 10

Hold my hand my mother close your eyes, so I can show you my finger paintings. Hold my hand my father so I can bring you to see our new little puppies. Hold my hand big sister so I can show you the snail that I found. Hold my hand little sister so I can slide with to you at the playground. Hold my hand my dearest friend so w...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Inspiration: 37 of 174

The Answer to Love Good day to you my dear reader, come closer so I can hear you, please come hither. Please tell me why you read my words, why you are here. What words and thoughts are you seeking to hear? Are you bored and just need to be entertained? May I suggest that you simply go outside and dance in the rain? Do you w...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My one and only love: 42 of 196

A Warm Moment In a warm moment, time slows as I pause, you look into my eyes and ask me if I'm ok. I answer only "yes" and a quiet smile, You ask me if I'm sure, I smile, again "yes", my eyes close, you smile and pull me closer into your warmth. I'm not in pain; I only paused to savor the moment. Embracing with my heart, bod...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Childhood: 39 of 169

The Clouds Popped The spirit of life that resides in our children, can certainly be felt, but can it be written? To paint a picture with words- of words that have never been heard, the many stories that long to be told, stories never spoken but can be felt in the souls of those who are in the midst of a child, of those who s...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: To my children: 6 of 24

You're not invited to this place that eventually I had to go, but know this, from heaven I will watch you grow. When you're outside feeling lonely, the breeze upon your face, just know that behind the stars I am, in a happy place, happy but wishing I was there to wipe away your tears, wishing I was there to remove all of you...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Tears: 53 of 210

I cry, thinking of you, my tears always falling down, today, down to the pavement, last night, down into my pillow, two years ago, down to the earth, streaming down my face. I wish I could cry with my tears falling up, up to you in heaven so you could see the inside of my tears. I want you to see the love, the memories, my l...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Broken love: 73 of 269

The love you loved the most, you've smothered, you just couldn't let her be free, you couldn't let her go as far as your heart could see, you always doubted her, you couldn't trust in her with all your heart, you even had to call and hear her voice all the times you were apart. Love knows no distance, love knows no boundarie...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: In memory of a loved one: 44 of 160

I’m Mad at Those Boots Attending his funeral, my sister, my daughter and me, mine and my sister’s dad being laid to rest, it’s so hard to believe that my daughter’s grandpa couldn’t play with us anymore, the piercing sound of 21 shots fired, my baby sister’s tears falling, fast and h...