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Jac Judy A. Campbell

About Jac Judy A. Campbell

Jac Judy A. Campbell is a poet by heart and a writer by nature, and she is thrilled to be able to share part of herself that others will enjoy. She reads a lot of good books and loves arts and crafts, sewing, crocheting, cooking, and growing a garden. She is happily married, takes care of her husband, and enjoys her children and grandchildren as much as possible.
Jac Judy A. Campbell lives in a little country house in the central California Valley, surrounded by grapes, almonds, walnuts, and just about any fruit you could wish for. She is happily retired and is thankful God has given her the time and knowledge to write whenever she chooses to pick up her pencil.

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God's Creation

While sitting outside, I witnessed several of God's creation
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in Animal Poems

I am sitting here in a quiet early morning
There is a silent breeze whispering through the trees,
A Blue Jay is talking with his loud squawk
As he peeks through the trees at me.

I am sitting here in a quiet early morning
There is a silent breeze whispering through the trees,
A Blue Jay is talking with his loud squawk
As he peeks through the trees at me.
There is a beautiful Dragonfly fluttering
Her wings up and down, in front of my eyes to see.
A Jack Rabbit hops, his furry tail across the yard
Then sits in the dusty field to hide,
His eyes have a story they want to tell.
A Big Black Beetle Bug with his legs sooo long,
Goes scurrying across the green grass,
To a deep hole in the ground.
The whispering, the squawking, the fluttering of wings,
And the hopping, of course, and even the dark hole,
It's really God, you know.
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He Looked A Lot Like You
- Published: October 2, 2026
My Husband After He Passed Away

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On a crowded street, I saw him
On a corner close to home,
His walk was long and steady,
He wore your style of clothes

On a crowded street, I saw him
On a corner close to home,
His walk was long and steady,
He wore your style of clothes

I saw his muscles through his shirt
His shoulders about your size,
Yet from the back his shape was yours
And he swayed from side to side.

As he turned my way, he saw me
His look then caught my stare,
Upon his head he wore a hat,
And there was silver in his hair.

His face is tanned, his eyes are blue
Upon his lip set a mustache too.
Oh, did I forget to mention
He looks a lot like you.

He strolled into our coffee shop,
He took your favorite chair,
And as he turned to greet me,
I imagined you were there.

As our chat became flirtatious
His charm was so much you,
I found myself inside his arms
Our desires were all but few

Oh, did I forget to mention?
He looked a lot like you

As the evening found the morning
And each one's passions grew,
I fixed myself around him and
And the love was all but new.

Yet in my midnight dreams I found you
Because he felt a lot like you.
Did I forget to tell you,
He felt a lot like you.
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My Little Guy
- Published: September 16, 2026
My Grandson

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You were once a little guy,
So cute and such a joy,
In and out of mischief,
For such a little boy.

You were once a little guy,
So cute and such a joy,
In and out of mischief,
For such a little boy.
We shared fun and playdays,
But that can no longer be,
For you've grown up and big now,
And you've even grown bigger than me.
Through the years we have loved you,
And we still love you a lot,
Even though you've grown up and big,
And are no longer my little tot.
No matter how tall or big you grow,
Or what years have passed us by,
You will always and forever be
My Little Guy.
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My Little Big Brother
- Published: August 31, 2026
Brother And Sister Growing Up Together

in Brother Poems

I remember when you were small
enough to fit inside the bend of my arm,
Your little hand wrapped around my finger,
They named you Gerald Wayne and called you Jerry.

I remember when you were small
enough to fit inside the bend of my arm,
Your little hand wrapped around my finger,
They named you Gerald Wayne and called you Jerry.
With your happy smile, and your chatty talk,
You captured my heart right from the start
I tended to your needs, wiping tears, scraped-up knees,
Holding hands, and making sure I was near while you slept.
The little tot who played with dead flies,
On the windowsill, and crawling spiders.
The adventurous kid who caught tadpoles and frogs,
And wore nothing other than cutoff shorts,
No shirt, and sprinted around barefoot,
And learnt how to swim in an irrigation canal.
I watched you grow with open eyes,
From a little tot, to an on-the-go kid, to a teen,
To storms you should have never had to face.
Now you stand grown, with your battles behind you,
And still, when I look at you, I see a little boy
My heart never stopped protecting. I am proud of you
Proud of the man you fought to become.
Proud that the world did not harden
All the goodness out of you.
Brother, you were never just my brother,
You are a piece of my childhood.
A life I loved before I knew what the rest was all about.
And though you no longer need my hand to guide you
I will always remember the boy you were,
And always love the man you are.
No matter how grown you become,
You will always be the little boy I remember
And the man I will always love and be proud of..
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Everyday

I want to live every day to please God. I try hard to live through God's wishes and wants for me. This poem is doing the best I can every day
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Everyday I pray
I cry every day,
Everyday I sing
I give every day,

Everyday I pray
I cry every day,
Everyday I sing
I give every day,
Everyday I laugh
Everyday I love,
I Dance every day,
Everyday I play
Everyday I work,
Everyday I am happy
I am sad every day,
I feel for all every day
Everyday I hurt,
Everyday I have faith
I have compassion every day,
I have hope every day
Everyday I live for Christ,
Everyday Iam blessed,
Because of this, I have peace.
Everyday
,
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Quote from “She's Our Mother” familyfriendpoems.com/poem/103026

She's a love that's everlasting,
worth more than diamonds and gold.
We thank God for our mothers,
a sacred treasure to behold.

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Jac Judy A. Campbell, calif
9 years ago

This poem was well written. If all us parents could or would apply these important actions to raising our children, we would have the comfort of knowing we did the best we could.
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Jac Judy A. Campbell, calif
9 years ago

Oh, that's a beautiful poem, short and to the exact point. God desires each of us to come to him so he can lighten our loads. That's the reason we go through so many obstacles in life, so we don't have to go through stuff alone.
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Jac Judy A. Campbell, calif
9 years ago

Yes! You're exactly right. We worry about the after, never realizing today determines the after!
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Jac Judy A. Campbell, calif
9 years ago

Ah, so tenderly expressed. True love remains, no matter the age. We may show signs of wear and tear on the outside, and even though our hearts get wrinkles, the tender love of time is unique.
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Jac Judy A. Campbell, calif
9 years ago

I have a sister, and she prays in her bedroom every morning before doing anything else. My husband and I were talking yesterday about how disciplined she is. This poem is a tribute to all, one to live by. God Bless you for telling it like it is.
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Poems by Jac Judy A. Campbell

God's Creation

While sitting outside, I witnessed several of God's creation

He Looked A Lot Like You

My Little Guy

My Little Big Brother

Everyday

I want to live every day to please God. I try hard to live through God's wishes and wants for me. This poem is doing the best I can every day

Quotes by Jac Judy A. Campbell

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