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Hi, My nick name is Ree. No one actually calls me Ann Marie. I live in New England with my family. I love Cape Cod, the seasons,and especially the changing colors of a New England Fall. I am

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death: 6 of 633

My father walks towards heavens gate, And leaves his cane behind. Pains fire has now lost its burn. He is now clear of mind. The fear once had, is cast aside. Past family draws near. For now dad sits inside God's heart, and he is waiting there. A gentle man of stature, with eyes of the greenest sea. I'll see those in my daug...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Good-bye, my love: 3 of 84

If I had met you long ago, A time when life had less to hide. A time when simpler thoughts prevailed, A pure and tender heart inside. If I had held you there to find, A deep abundant love so true. A heart with room, a place for me, Then I'd be happy loving you. If I had met you 'fore the storm, A storm so rampant in my soul....
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: The true meaning of Christmas: 4 of 41

When I was seventeen I married for the first time. It was fall and I was expecting a baby. I was very excited about spending the holidays with my new husband. We were very young. Together we struggled through the months and soon, the holiday season started to approach. We didn't have a lot of money, barely enough to buy pres...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love does not die: 31 of 298

If I could find Gods book of life, Of days left for my soul, I'd share those precious days with you, Together we'd grow old. Though time would still pass quickly, we'd hold on to each day. And never waste a minute, get up fast and stay up late. If miracles could grow on trees, we'd climb the highest limbs, we'd use up all th...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Hate: 26 of 180

The love is gone, that was once here. Wasted days of endless tears. A sweetness lost, forever more. Of whispers true, I'd heard before. The beauty there, has turned to pain. Bright summer sun, is now dark rain. Memories drift So far from sight What once bright day Is black as night Sweet scent of life, now reeks of death. Ex...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death of a loved one: 90 of 562

Sister never say goodnight, For she walks swiftly in the light. So straight and tall absent of pain, At Heaven's gate she leaves her cane. Not important is her style, Her great new asset is her smile. Her eyes are wide and without fear, All passed loved ones meet her here. Safe now in His mother's arms, A breath away from ha...
Celebrations & Holidays > Gift Advice What to send in a care package for a deployed soldier: 1 of 6

Contrary to popular belief a lot has changed since the war began in Iraq on March 19, 2003. Those were the days of limited electricity, running water and toiletries. The men and women that were first into Iraq on that historic day certainly had their obstacles to overcome and a package from home would certainly be different ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark Poems: 67 of 397

The river is shallow, in parts it's so deep, But,deep in the shadows my soul it does keep. The people they know not of where I may lay, And I wish,I hope I pray,they find me here one day. I cannot rest beyond these waves, and currents oh so cold. "Sleep my darling withered child" by killed I was told. And with hands as cold ...
Health & Fitness > Autism Adapted PE for autistic children: 1 of 4

Observing children on the autistic spectrum as they are included in the typical Gym class and then to observe as part of an APE (ADAPTED PHYS. ED )Gym class leads me to believe and know that Adapted PE is the way to go. Working one on one with kids on the spectrum, I have seen first hand the difference in the teaching style ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My angel: 51 of 182

An angel called me up one day, with promises of love. And calendars of better days, were God sent from above. I at the time was curious. I let the angel in. Though thoughts of life not trusting. My lights of love were dim. My angel's shared a decade now, We've an angel of our own. Once an unhappy dwelling, Has now become a h...