whisperingchippewa

"Our passion for poetry lives on, Me and my daughters special bond. My oldest has that poetry knack you can bet, My youngest is following right in her foot step..."

"Trapped in this body that wants to get out,           Reaching for a miracle theres no doubt.           So confined from morning till night,           but yet wanting to live with all of my might. ..."

"Poor is me who lived on fried bologna with a split in the middle,                                             Poor is me who cooked it on a garage sale griddle.                                        ..."

"I wrote this for my ex-mother in-law I was truely blessed to have such a wonderful mother-in-law. In memory of Mom. You know you're just a thought away, so I just wanted to take the time to say. That..."

"The grandbabies were here today, They wanted some yogurt, I said you may. One came to me with a turned up nose, Don't like that color you have of those. Sorry baby would you like some cheese, No I wan..."

"He was took from them, but he still lives on, In someone else, they have a special bond. Everyone knew a donor he wanted to be, Maybe his eyes so someone else could see. Or maybe his over generous hea..."

"Sometimes I forget to hug, I'm sorry. Sometimes I forget to take the time, I'm sorry. Sometimes I forget to pay attention, I'm sorry. Sometimes I forget to say thank you, I;m sorry. Sometimes I forget..."

"My mom seems so hard to get close to, but you would have to know her like I do. She's been pushed, she's been shoved, So that makes her cautious with her love. She will give so much, and hardly ever t..."

"They cry out, but they're not heard, You don't listen to their crying words. What did they do that's so wrong? No acknowledgement for so long. You cared for them once upon a time, You refuse to help u..."

"The ripples slowly go passing by, The birds fly about, against the breath taking blue sky. The squirrels over there running and playing so fast, The sunlight shinning down beating on my back. The wate..."

"I wrote this poem for my son. He hears the sound of the motors roar, That's the sound he's learned to adore. All you can see is his eyes through the mask, Covered with mud, from the mud covered trac..."

"My heart ripped out, torn to threadsI wanted to shoutI wish I was dead.You hurt me soNow where do I goI felt the dripping bloodhow could this ever been loveRipped outtorn to threadsI wanted to shout I..."