The Loss of A Loved One
The Loss of A Loved One
Though our minds mingle through the mist of time,
I am yours and you are mine.
My light is love there is no doubt, I swirl around you,
you know I am about.
I am yours and you are mine.
My light is love there is no doubt, I swirl around you,
you know I am about.
'God's Children'
Gods Children
This story was started by Big Daddy Cash and I finished the story after The Lord is my Shepherd, and that’s all I need to know.
by Tamara0449
Joe's Cafe'
Joe’s Café
Sitting alone in the café staring at my coffee I slowly stirred it with the little plastic straw that the waitress with the short brown hair placed before me. Absently I was waiting, waiting for whom I did not know. I only knew that the terror of lonesomeness was killing me just as if I had twisted a knife in my heart.
'A Chosen Journey'
My name is Tamara Lesley. I am on facebook.com, weebook.com, Amazon.com and I also have my own URL at: www.spiritual-harmony.com
I am a Author and love to write books and poetry. Poetry usually comes to me in the middle of the night and I have to get up and write the poem.
I am 59 years old and live with my husband of twenty-four years and our seventeen year old straight A student. She is in the eleventh grade and will go to a Joint Vocational School next year to study to be a Nurses Assistant. We are very proud of her.
I am a Author and love to write books and poetry. Poetry usually comes to me in the middle of the night and I have to get up and write the poem.
I am 59 years old and live with my husband of twenty-four years and our seventeen year old straight A student. She is in the eleventh grade and will go to a Joint Vocational School next year to study to be a Nurses Assistant. We are very proud of her.
The Tale of A Cowgirl
The Tale of A Cowgirl
I ambled into the old Saloon and sat where my Daddy sat.
Memory of A Child
MEMORY OF A CHILD
Bring me a child so I can see her face.
Her eyes so bright and full of grace.
My arms reach out to feel her embrace,
Bringing back memories of my daughter so dear,
Whom I've out lived for many a year.
My dreams are of her, I can see her face.
The memory of her, age can never erase.
Though I grow feeble and dwindle away,