I'm married,45 years. I have 2 grown daughters, and 3 grandchildren. I live on a small farm in Ohio.Where we raise cattle, [beef] chickens, a garden and pets.
Came from W.Va. I still consider it home, and write often of my appalachian roots.
My parents divorced when I was one, and I was given to an Aunt to raise.
At 13, she thought I needed to be with my 'real' mother.
At 14, my 'real mother', thought I would do better with an older brother.
At 14 yrs. and 2 mos. I decided, I would do better on my own. So I lived many lives in the next 5 yrs, until I married.
Since then I have lived a quiet life.I have scribbled since I was a child.
Learned to read, prior to entering school, from looking at poems my mother had read to me, and I had memorized.
My daughters show no interest, but grandchildren may! I hope anyway!
A shudder running up my spine
without reason nor any rhyme
a constant process I confess
reminder of my loneliness.
...
Another life has passed today
lost in a purple haze.
Tears flow from family and friends
all due to a drug craze.
...
'You feel too deeply, ' my mother spoke.
When suddenly from sleep I woke.
How can one limit ones depth of heart?
Please tell me Mom I want to start.
...
Come hell or high waters
words easy to say
much harder to live by
I find more each day
...
From the North to the South,
and the East to the West;
Nasty Old Man Winter
has tried his very best.
...