If It Happens Before Your Eyes
in Loss of Father Poems
Years later an accident happened where I had died three times;
My Dad told the Drs.
"Do everything you can
to help see that my baby girl survives!"
in Loss of Father Poems
Years later an accident happened where I had died three times;
My Dad told the Drs.
"Do everything you can
to help see that my baby girl survives!"
in Dying Poems
Two years ago on a bright spring morning:
you were crying in pain without any warning~
Being only five weeks old along with your tail
having been stripped right down to the bone;
in Heartbreak Poems
Separation of a friendship is one of the hardest things to do
but sometimes it is the best way to stop you from feeling so blue;
There is no one to blame and no reason to call each other a name
for the pain from that is like lightening going through one vane~
Through you I can be everything that I long to be
From walking in the park to dancing in the dark
To as far as ones imagination can see
This poem has touched me so much after reading it. I love each and every word, which are so encouraging. Thanks to the author.
in Prison Poems
On that fateful day I will never forget
when I got the word, down on my knees is where I went;
The breath inside my body was gone and my mind
went to my sister where it belonged~
I was hit by a car when I was 3 and a 1/2 years old and I had to grow up in a walking world Over 49 years ago when I got hurt it wasn't easy I was made fun of a lot and my parents work hard with me to go on and to be a fruitful human being of the world. My dad always told me you might have to sit on your butt to draw a paycheck but you don't literally have to sit on your butt.
I graduated from school I went 2 years of college. I worked at Walmart for 20 years and did a Walmart International and national commercial in 1995.
Everyday is a road encouraged to be a survivor and to just make it one more day I don't know what reason I'm here. For I've come to deaths door more Xs but death never answer the door.
The utmost thing that's sad in SCI PPL is the loneliness. it's somehow so bad that makes 1 want to throw in the towel. This poem touched my heart & soul. I must say I'm a writer & written poems about loss & being an SCI person. Thank you kindly & I encourage you to read mine.