Biography of Junepaulette GasrelTibbetts
I have always been a dreamer...Always Believed in Far more could be possible than the actual reality...
It is in poetry, I am finally able to be myself and declare my passions.
I am the 4th of 5 children born to parents who came to the USA from Brittany and France.
I am convinced my parents had many dreams coming to this country and many sacrifices were also made.
It is because of those who walked before us that I am who I am...
In my life I have a husband and 3 children and twin grand-daughters and a new grand child on the way.
I share my home with 5 dogs who I call my 'children' and 3 cats.
All having been adopted because of abandonment- except one we chose to purchase.
I have traveled to some very interesting places- Israel, Jordan and Egypt. Along with France, Luxumburg, Monte Carlo Brittany and Nice. Landed by plane in Ireland which one day I would like to see along with Scotland and Wales.
Hope to go to Switzerland this coming spring also and if I could would travel more... It only seems normal that poetry and visiting exotic places would be just right for me.
When I am not working I like to make Charity Blankets for the homeless.
I can only hope at the end of my days, I have left a far better example for those who will walk behind me than when I came into the world...
Junepaulette GasrelTibbetts Poems
Brittany By The Sea
She reaches, For the pearl handled brush. As he reaches behind her, Pulling pins from her hair...
Big Beautiful Moon. Leaving your house, And coming to mine... Travelling the distance-
The Day Is New
I think you look Into your own eyes. Your pain was there -and decided the same for me... But I am not, the one who cries
Who Really Cares?
Long ago I learned, what I had to say, was unimportant-in everyway... Who really cares?
Your timing, was undeniable. That day in sweet September. In the shadow of night fall...
I sit, Begging for the crumbs, that fall from Your table. Feed me Lord-
Send Me Sunshine...
The seasons are changing... Like my life, Rearranging... Time opens, a new door-
The One That Got Away...
Searching deep Digging to my heart. Somewhere -Yes, Here it is....
I'Ll Not Forget You, Augustin Gasrel
I hold in my hand, My most prized possession. Names... Names which have no faces...
If all had been perfect- If all had gone right. My heart would have claimed you
Oh little star Of precious light. Given ruler, Is my King.
Hidden In My Heart.
Do you see, the world as I? Oh how I wish to know... That sky is blue.
Forget Me So...
Forgotten flower... In fields it grows. Taken root long ago. Underfoot-crushed and broken.
How Can It Be...
How can it be? That it is in the springtime Of ones' life- So much seems easy,
Hidden In My Heart.
Do you see,
the world as I?
Oh how I wish to know...
That sky is blue.
And grass is green?
That music soothes,