Turn the Corner in your Life

Turn the Corner in your Life

Some days our life seems almost impossible to bear, We feel like there is nothing left, but despair. But sometimes when you turn the corner on the road you’re on, You will find bright new day has dawned. This past few weeks has been a miserable time for some people in my life, Two babies are now angels and a grandchild has lost her home, The husband has had to tolerate the shingles of his wife. The son and his family take on extra burdens of their own. The things I have to remember and keep in mind, That there must be a corner ahead on this road of mine. Poem Style – Rhyme / Poem Catagory – Personal Written by Lady Kathleen

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Sonnet III: Mirror of the Mind

Sonnet III: Mirror of the Mind

Something I locked away deep down inside, Where it will not show, and it will not grow. It is something I feel I need to hide. And more than that, I don’t want you to know. I can’t let you see my blue eyes turn green So I turn away and paint my eyes blue. I hide it away to remain unseen Deep in my mind, so it will not imbue. Just like a clinging vine on a trellis I hold tight to this. Not letting it through Cause I don’t want you to know, how jealous I can truly be, when it comes to you. Don’t look into the mirror of my mind Because this flaw I don’t want you to find. Poem Style – Sonnet / Poem Catagory – Personal Written by Lady...

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A Time to Remember

A Time to Remember

I am sitting at grandmas as I do recalled, Watching a movie, “A Time to Remember” so it was called. Grandma says, “Looks like a great picture show”. I rabble on to her, about it fascinated me so My Grandma leans over, as if to conspire “If you think that’s neat, I have something you might admire” I slowly follow her down thought that creepy old basement decor, Where she opens an old trunk, full of albums, photos and more. “Let’s see, and hmm where is it?” she does seem to muse, She made me almost feel like a spy, looking for clues, Gentle hands shake as she pulls an old velvet album from that old chest, She flips the pages mumbling about family and how they were dressed. When she suddenly stops and...

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It’s always my fault

It’s always my fault

Oh it is just a little thing But what hard feeling it does bring Knowing you really did nothing wrong And yet you are to blame, all along Oh it is just a little thing you know It makes you feel like you are out of control Maybe you didn’t say what they wanted you to say Perhaps you just didn’t say it in the right way For that you are to blame and it is your fault Now that miserable feeling will not halt. Oh it is just a little thing But what hard feeling it does bring   Poem Style – Rhyme / Poem Catagory – Personal Written by Lady Kathleen

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