I guess most people who know me would say I was a home body. Mostly I go to work and come home. I am a very creative person. Give me some junk and I will create something interesting for you. I love to write every thing. I mostly write poetry though. Here is a sample of my poetry; that I wrote for my family after my father committed suicide.
Song of a Suicide
In loving memory of my father.
You are crying because you think I am gone,
but cry no more and hear my song.
There is no one to blame,
and I did not do it for the fame,
I only left to escape the pain.
Please do not cry, or point fingers of blame.
Rejoice for now I am free.
I put myself in prison, I do not know why,
there was no reason.
I did this only to myself.
I never wanted you to cry,
or blame yourself, or even ask why.
I only needed to be free of the prison
walls I built for me.
As for my being gone ,you have never
been more wrong.
For in your heart I will always belong.
There is only one more thing left to say -
I Love You one and All OKAY.
Copyright 2008 Robyn M Mitchell
My passion is ...
Writting poetry
I know too much about ...
History
My parents always told me ...
To slow down
My childhood ambition ...
To be a Nurse
My favorite memory ...
the day my childern were born
Why I write ...
I love it, and it is relaxing
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
nothing too busy writting
My first job ...
secretary for my father
My best moment ...
the day I was baptized
My inspiration ...
My family
Daddy Dear Oh the sadd sadd little girl, with those lovely golden curls, watching, waiting, and scared, for her father no more shall share, those lovely hugs and kisses dear, for off to heaven he has flown, no more on earth is he to roam, Waiting waiting for to see, if they all lied to her you see, not knowing what death is indeed, hoping against hope that daddy's near, to hold her hand in life so dear, soft the tear drops fall, for daddy's in the ugly box after all.
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