When I was in the first grade I sat on the left side of the room. three chairs from the front. I cried a lot, hiding behind a book. I missed my mom. Mrs. Sands walked by my desk towards the back of the room while I was drawing. My friend and I were […]
December 22, 2010
I wrote this poem because I knew that Frank struggled with feeling like a failure using the world’s standards as a measuring stick. I thought about what I really believed and shared it with Frank as one of his birthday gifts. A boy and his dad sat high on a hill, Viewing their […]
December 9, 2010
I watched a man crossing a Walmart parking lot with a fishing pole under his arm. It was around Christmastime, so it struck me as odd. A fishing pole in the middle of winter? I put myself into his head and out came this poem! Walking ‘cross the parking lot, and tucked beneath his arm, […]
December 8, 2010
I’ve got nothing to give and my heart aches sore, My spirit is dragging way down to the floor. Each shopper I pass with a cartload of gifts Says silently no one but me feels like this. I’ve thought of the Christ child when presents were brought And laid at His feet, of the thoughts […]
December 31, 2010
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