A squeak on the stairs.
Could Santa be here?
Better pull my blankets
Up to my ears.
Poem About Child Waiting For Santa
A squeak on the stairs.Featured Shared Story
A falling sound in the chimney. Could it be Old St. Nick? Better pull my covers and go to sleep.
Until it affects someone we love,
We don't even know it's there.
It's really not our problem,
So why should we care....Featured Shared Story
As I read this poem, I hurt with you. I feel the pain and still do that you do and could only imagine what your mother must of be going through to help you deal with it and trying to...
in Aging Poems
She's trapped inside the prison walls
That used to be her mind.
The woman that she used to be,
Has long been left behind.Featured Shared Story
Would love to read some of your experiences. I am currently caring for and have two care givers looking after my 80 year old mother.
Poem From Mother About Daughters Depression
She's beauty, style, poise and grace,
At least she appears to be.
But no one knows the girl who hides
Behind the face they see....Featured Shared Story
I myself have a daughter that is now going to be 26 in a little over a month. She doesn't leave the house at all, she comes to my house and to her Dr's appointments but not by choice. They...
Poems by Annabel Sheila
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