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A tribute to a wonderful woman, My mom!
When her mother comes to visit, a young woman is forced to face the past and deal with their troubled relationship.
This one is about my bestfriend-my daughter.
Poetry | Updated May 14, 2007 | Reads: 34 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is a story about a boy named Billy and his uses of matches.
The frustrations and triumphs of a mother written in verse.
Poetry | Updated May 2, 2007 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
The words in this poem, make it self explanatory...
Poetry | Updated Apr 28, 2007 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 11
A short poem about the passing of my Mother and taking on life as a young man.
Poetry | Updated Apr 27, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is a poem I wrote at 20, 5 years after losing my mother to breast cancer. I cried before the last line and have never edited or revisited this work. I hope anyone who has lost a loved one can identify and see others have gone through mourning as well.
By Debra Riley
Single mother Bette Archer learned about loss early in life, when the father she adored became the final American military casualty during the fall of Saigon, in the closing days of the Viet Nam war. Now, as Bette watches her country fight what she believes is a repeat of that senseless, losing...
A short ode to a complete stranger.
Poetry | Updated Apr 19, 2007 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
This poem right here is dedicated to my mother, the woman who has been there for me since the beginning. I love ya mom!
Its is because of my mother that I am who I am in life... very proud of that.... I wanted people to know what she provided to me not only emotionally but spiritually as well... enjoy and hoping to touch the hearts of other mothers who have inspired their kids to the beauty of life and how to...
Poetry | Updated Apr 16, 2007 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 10
Worlds end everything that was and everything that is, is but a distant memory. Through one girls final thoughts from her diary we see the heartache of a world lost.
This poem is a stand against our goverment all we have in this life is a persue of happiness but when our so called democracy infringes on that locking our families, our children, and our loves away for the same crimes that are committed by our own police officers and judges, because they were...
My reflections on my Mother and her gifts to me.
Poetry | Updated Apr 1, 2007 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1