Jac Judy A. Campbell

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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    Poems by Jac Judy A. Campbell

  • 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.

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  • He Looked A Lot Like You

    • Published: October 2, 2026

    in Husband Poems

    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

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  • My Little Guy

    • Published: September 16, 2026

    in Grandchildren Poems

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

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  • My Little Big Brother

    • Published: August 31, 2026

    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.

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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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    • Posted on 06/29/26

    in Inspirational Poems

    Everyday I pray
    I cry every day,
    Everyday I sing
    I give every day,

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  • Jac Judy A. Campbell, calif
  • 9 years ago

That’s so true if you stop and consider how our lives unfold or grow. It is a constant battle to fight the wars in order to keep a balanced, steady life. That's why we have God, so we can turn to him for everything anytime. He comforts during all of our challenges.

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  • Jac Judy A. Campbell, calif
  • 9 years ago

That is adorable! At first I was like, oooooh, hope it doesn't get too graphic. But it was so interesting. I read it to my husband and we laughed and laughed. Good writing.
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  • Jac Judy A. Campbell, calif
  • 9 years ago

That is such a good poem. My husband had a large Doberman. Everyone was afraid of this dog, but he would lay on the floor with our children and let them pull on his ears. My Husband said he would probably greet the thief at the door and help him carry our belongings away.
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  • Jac Judy A. Campbell, calif
  • 9 years ago

Oh my! That was so heart-warming. As I was reading, I started remembering many of the same qualities in my own mother. I lost my mother 2 1/2 years ago to Alzheimer's. It was a horrible time for us 5 kids. We lost a little of her each day, until God took her home.

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  • Jac Judy A. Campbell, calif
  • 9 years ago

This poem reminds me of my mother. She loved planting flowers, especially roses. That was one of her greatest joys, and one year she grew beautiful roses the size of a 2 lb. coffee can lid. One day I took a picture of her holding a pretty yellow rose, and as I snapped the picture she moved the rose in front of her face, being silly, and we could not even see who she was. That's how big she could grow roses. That year when the roses withered and died, she did too! My mother passed away two years ago, but to this day her beautiful roses have continued to bloom.

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