: About Me

Here I am, testing the frigid waters of a writers world. I can't say I'm one of the best writers in the world, I can, however say that it is my passion. I love to wright, this has been somewhat of a dream for me.

I don't have any past work to speak of, what I have written in the past I'm posting here now. I aspire to be great, although I'm probably a long ways away from that goal. I know one thing remains, practice makes perfect.

A little about me, I am a single mother of a beautiful red headed baby girl, who is pushing right into the wonderfully, terrible twos. I love her very much, she is nothing short of the answer to my prayer for companionship. I'm never lonely with her, I'm only lonely on the rare occasions, someone watches her for me.

I love the LORD, he is my SAVIOR and I wouldn't be here without HIM. I am also a middle child of 5 siblings and I am glad to be there, I love my family, we're all the best friends of each other, making it very difficult to meet new people.

Feel free to critique my work, by leaving me messages, I don't take offense and I love both positive and negative feedback, so if you feel the need to inform me, that something I wrote needs some help. Please do.

My passion is ...

GOD , family, and my baby girl!

I know too much about ...

I think I know everything......

My parents always told me ...

Getting dirty is fun; but playing clean up takes FOREVER!

My childhood ambition ...

Was to be a singer.

My favorite memory ...

The day my older much cooler sister made my bed so I could sleep more compfortably.

Why I write ...

It Heals my sould, that and I think everyone wants to hear what I have to say.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

NOTHING.

My first job ...

A busser at an ALL AMERICAN DINNER.

My best moment ...

The day I looked into my precious babies eyes, looking into the first true love at first sight I'd ever seen.

My inspiration ...

My Amazeing, Beautiful, Wonderful, Heartfilled, Strong, Mother. Whom won't be here much longer.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Facing death

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Sun light gently kissing her cheeks as the past holds true and future is bleak, day to day agony is life she will clench to with tiered fingers. Memory swirls in it's vast hypnotizing form, her children laughing, when their hearts were torn, she kissed them when they cried, lectured them when they lied. Who will be there, when they need help, who will be there when they need to be held, who will pick them up when they world offers them nothing else. She gasps for breath, weakly she reaches for the treatments, 'just breathing is how I am living' she thinks, with such bereavement. Wanting so...

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