Friday, July 29, 2005
10:53:53 AM EDT Feeling Quiet Hearing Through the Years Edit Entry Delete Entry
"Memorie's" This Poem is Written for my Older Sister - Who loves Animals?
Memorie's

The thoughts of childhood days are,thoughts I'll always treasure. Mom & Dad making Cake and Bread and me testing it with Pleasure! Then hearing my Parents Voices, discussing putting toys together. Waking up Christmas morning and, looking at whatever! My Brother and my Sisters, gave me thoughts of childhood jokes. The Neighbors that we met, were really Wonderful Folks. Now, I'm a Wife and Mother and, I'm thinking of my other. We met on an escalator and, we dated a few days later. He shared my life with tears and joy! Oh, yes! We had a baby boy! He had us laughing with his Comical Way. Then my Daughter came in and put boys in a Daze! They all make me laugh, they all made me cry. That's part of life it's true. You'll never forget the love they give and, the Memories's they give to you!

This was how I thought my sister Carol was thinking of her husband, and kids and life.Written by lauff4me Permalink Blog about this entry Add to del.icio.us digg this
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10:36:51 AM EDT Feeling Quiet Hearing I Believe! Edit Entry Delete Entry
My Poem to my Younger Sister, who has been through Hell!
What To Give!

What to give was what I thought. To my Younger Sister who always fought. Remembering when as a little child, she slapped a boy who had punched me wild! I'm thinking her size and being smaller then he, that this was how she was going to be. All through her life she fought battles it's true,and yes, tears shed and feeling more blue. Then her spirit would wake, and for our sake. She'd make us laugh hearty with, her mishaps and folly. What gift do I give? I now know true. I'll give her my love, which she gave me too.I'll give her my shoulder for a few tears to shed. I'll give her some jokes from the thoughts in my head. Yes, tears and laughter we shared through the years, We're showing each other how much we really care.That's the gift of love I'll give to you. You gave it to me my whole life through.

This poem is written for my Sister, Annabelle who has Cancer and had it on and off since she was in her 20's now she is going through stem cell treatments and is in her 50's. She also lost her leg from, Diabette's.Written by lauff4me Permalink Blog about this entry Add to del.icio.us digg this
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10:18:10 AM EDT Feeling Happy Hearing Baby Talk Edit Entry Delete Entry
"My Birth" this poem I wrote of a son to his Mother Here is Isaiah today!
"My Birth"
While I was blowing bubbles, you were having trouble.You were waiting for me to come out. Boy, did you want to shout! Mom, would you give me a shove, then I'll come out with my love. Oh, there's a light! The world looks so bright! I felt a warm shoulder against my head, and felt a kiss and thought that you said, "I love you Little Guy and you dropped a tear from you eye. I really love you too, with all I put you through. I'll tell you that someday but, settle for "Goo Goo, my way!

This poem I wrote for, Isaiah to his Mom, he's my nephew and his Mom is my Niece. My Niece's name is Kelly!
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Thursday, July 28, 2005
12:57:56 PM EDT Feeling Hopeful Hearing You Raise Me Up! Edit Entry Delete Entry
Thoughts on why we were born!
While growing up I'd try and understand why I was born. I'd read a lot and experienced things in my life. I'd seen people who were down and out and those that had things. I come to a conclusion about people too. We are meant to help other people and love them. There is not enough of love around. Yes, and give if you can. I came to this conclusion early in life. I had an Aunt who took me all over and bought me gifts and loved me. She went blind and I took her then with love where ever she wanted to go. I was always there for my family.
My parents were old my Mother was 33 and my Father was 52 when I was born and I grew up with their thoughts on life. So I was more mature in my thinking then other kids my age. I knew how God wanted us to live! That's how I try to live!
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12:31:16 PM EDT Feeling Silly Hearing Does the Chewing Gum lose it's flavor on the bedpost over Night! Edit Entry Delete Entry
My thoughts on my name.
When I was young, I kind of think of my life as part of pastery. They used to call me, Cookie as I grew up. Then I became a Pound Cake. I lost a lot of weight and became a Cheese Cake. Yes, now in my later years, a Nut Cake. Go Figure???Written by lauff4me Permalink Blog about this entry Add to del.icio.us digg this
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