My Life in Words

A writer, with no books on the shelf. An artist with no picture’s on the wall. The words she fears, all too sad Cruelty, to hard to write. "With dark memories". Elusive, true love she had craved. Like a bug drawn to a flame. Lovers over and over abused and disgraced. Finally broken she no longer... Sign in to see full entry.

My Hands were busy through out the day. I just didn't have the time to play. Those little games you asked me to, I didn't have much time for you. I worked all day, and through the night I washed you clothes, I cooked and sewed. Then when you'd bring me you picture book, Asking me please to share... Sign in to see full entry.

I am the Color of the rainbow I*am the builder of generations My God has several names. I am an American, I am Woman, Remember Me? I gave you my sons, my husbands, My daughers with pride. We all worked togther side-by-side. I am an American, I am Woman, Remember Me? From the ship yard, to the... Sign in to see full entry.

This Child of grace With a devilish smile Yet and angels face She was my Anna She could make you cry She could make you sigh She knew how to get her way She was my Anna She was boyish and bold Yet no one could know How short her time She was my Anna Today we rejoice A new star in the sky She's God's... Sign in to see full entry.