Fourth Thursday Of November
Ever since I can remember,
on the fourth Thursday of November,
long before the crack of dawn,
Ever since I can remember,
on the fourth Thursday of November,
long before the crack of dawn,
in Grief Poems
By the shore of Sorrow's sea,
waves of tears roll endlessly,
cries that pierce this misty veil,
Your very first breath of life, I was there.
Tiny miracle of God, you appeared,
overflowing with joy, my eyes cried a tear,
outstretching my arms to hold you so near.
in War Poems
From year to year he drifts alone.
His story only few have known.
About a boy who went to war,
in Fall Poems
What a difference a day makes,
twenty-four little hours.
Cool chill in the air,
in Spiritual Poems about Death
Life is full of joy and sorrow,
past, present, and tomorrow.
Knowing life as I do now,
Once upon a Christmas time, not very long ago,
was a loving family that lost all Christmas glow.
Tears of sadness filled the air; no more merriment or cheer.
Loss and grief of loved ones gone, so hard to bear and carry on,
in Summer Poems
As she tip-toes cross the sea,
she slips in so subtly.
Sharing her charms upon the earth,
I have read three of this poet's pieces now and they are all wonderful! She personifies the seasons and brings them magically to life and both paints a picture and tells a story at once....
in Grief Poems
January's child of mine,
sweet miracle of God's design.
Oh, how I can recall the night.
Damp darkness befalls as gray fog settles in.
Frightening shadows lingering within.
Footsteps echo through the black, eerie night