An Adults Childlike Prayer This poem is self descriptive. As you read it (for those of you who have lossed a mom) you will (I know) feel and take these words to heart. For no matter how old we become we still need and miss our moms.
The Old Cemetery This is a poem that was written by me after a visit to the cemetery to place a wreath upon my moms grave and talk with her.
Ode to My First Home This is a poem written to my first home, my Mother's Uterus. She requested a good-bye poem before her Hysterectomy.
My Mother's Hands My mother and all the things she did for me growing up.
First Love A poem about a daughter's praise to her father
Sleeping Beauty Following my mother's stroke in 1993, I cared for her in our home until her death in 1999. I would often watch her while she was sleeping--admiring her for the wonderful person she was, and treasuring the time we had together--realizing how precious our time on this earth is...
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