My Grannio I never thought I would have to say GOODBYE to my best friend… But that's what I had to do today I had to let go of her forever –There was no other way For me to face reality Or pretend to be okay I had no concept –Of how hard it would be To actually let go Of this huge part of me… Not tomorrow or ever –Will my life be the same Without my Grannio here Life seems to be a game – Of chance and questions…Questions that never end And have no answers That can begin to mend The gaping hole inside of meNor come close to healing My heart and soul that Seem to be feeling Lost, numb and empty-Completely hollow… Like I have nobody left To really follow – Through life with respectShe was so much more Than my Grandmother I knew that before She left this earthAnd I told her so More than once or twice Because she had to know Just how very special –And truly blessed I felt to have her as my friend She was the best Without a doubt –My Grannio gave me More than anybody Will ever really see… It was an unspoken –Kind of love That came with no conditions And went far above The normal caringAnd average support For a grandchild – Or family of any sort She gave more of herselfTo me than anyone In my life ever will Nobody could have done What she did for meWith so much devotion, Absolute honesty And true emotion… Her loyalty was –Sincerely undying I realize so much Now that I'm crying – And wishing thatI had just one more day To spend holding her hand And trying to take away Her fears and her pain –That took over her Body and her mind Like never before… In our lives –I would have sincerely Given 20 years of my life To have her merely Be here tomorrow –I cannot explain The way I feel today Or how much I pain Is inside of me –That will never go away No matter how much time passes I know this ache will stay With me forever…Just as her special touch Will always be with me And mean so very much – To me and my son…Jakob Thomas Her "BabyDoll" And I promise To never forget –What she would have done If she was still here For him – her only one Great-grandchild…Resource Box - © Danielle Hollister (2004) is the Publisher of BellaOnline Quotations Zine - A free newsletter for quote lovers featuring more than 10,000 quotations in dozens of categories like - love, friendship, children, inspiration, success, wisdom, family, life, and many more. Since You've Been Gone... My life has changedin so so many waysIt seems to always bein a state of disarray. A Different Place... I wish we had met 20 years ago. Lucky... You make me smile like I've seldom done before You give me a reason to want more and more. Life's Too Short Time goes by to quickly to hold your feelings inside Especially when their so strong even if they don't abide. Live For Today... Isn't that what they say?But what does that mean?There's no definition that mayanswer that question. Superman So many looked to you for inspiration,Unlikely hero for the wheelchair nation. Top 20 Poetry Quotations Explore the meaning of poetry and the motivation of poets with this special collection of evocative quotations. Listen as I Share: WE You speak simple, completley understandable justifications I respect them, respect you, honor what you tell me and even though I know where you're coming from, I just wanted to share with you, let you hear: my heart. Antidotes for an Alibi Amy King's first full-length collection, Antidotes for an Alibi, insists that we examine the deceptive clarity of our actions and the goals that motivate us. Catherine Daly reviews Antidotes for an Alibi Amy King Antidotes for an Alibi BlazeVox Books ISBN 0-9759227-5-0 2005These poems read to me like poetry versions of flash fiction. Kafka Re-Trial Kafka lands resurrected in Crewe deposited by a silvery alien craft, And whilst he is wondering what to do He is asked to show his pass Or pay an instant one off fine At a cash dispenser of his choice And they are checking all the time On his irises face and voice. Tsunami -a Poem Dedicated To Help Aid and Awareness and Encourage Future Harmony. Make Peace Not War Real Power. Passion and Poetry, and Life Ironically, the passion that can neutralize the repulsion for difficulties depends on the effort to overcome these difficulties. The Power of Eating Disorders I want to get closeI am afraid. Poetry “Reborn” Emerges In Thriller Mystery Novel Since Mohamed Ali–then Cassius Clay–announced that he had written “The world’s shortest poem,” I have known that I would be a poet. Tsunami Day A Poem - By Lorraine KemberIt was a day like any other and mother, father, sister, brother, were carrying out the customs of their land. Caught in the Arms of ED YOU MIGHT THINK I AM STRONGI THINK YOU GOT IT WRONGI LIVE LIFE DAY TO DAYHOPING IT WILL GO MY WAYI HAVE MY FRIENDS AND MY FOOD PLANMY THERAPIST AND MY THOUGHTSMY EXERCISE AND MY EXCITEMENTTHEN SOMETHING HAPPENS AND I GET CAUGHTCAUGHT IN THE ARMS OF EDTURNING MY EYES AWAYFROM MY FOCUS TO WIN THE FIGHTTHAT I THOUGHT WAS GOING TO STAY. Welcome to the Town of Feeling Happy, Sad, Mad and Glad, Moved in down the streetCautious watched them, from her window, Wondering, which one should I meet?Confused came in with overwhelmed and said, “The Panics have come to town”Then Hopeful called the carefulls, And said that Happy was a clown. A Case of The Fears Chicken Soup is good for a coldSleep is good for the FluWhen I get a case of the FearsWhat is a person to do?It is not bacteriaAlthough it can eat away my soulIt is not a virusYet, it can keep me from feeling wholeI know what will do the trick,What will put me back on top,A great big bowl of Ice CreamWill really hit the spotThat was great and now I am doneOne bowl just won’t doIf one is good, then more is greatAnd now I have eaten two. I Hate The Wait (Weight) I get up in the morningAnd want to stay in bedOh, so nice and warmLike fresh from the oven bread. Writing Innovative Poetry Writing innovative poetry, the kind of poetry that reputable literary journals publish, entails knowing exactly what each word of a poem does to the reader. Looking Out the Rear Window The funeral rite concluded With the pastor shaking hands, Offering words of comfort I didn't quite understand. The Valley Of Pain We were exiled from the Garden of Eden. Publishing Your Poetry If you are serious about seeing your work published by reputable publishers, there are a few points you should consider. Elizabeth Barrett Browning: A Discussion of "How Do I Love Thee?" “How Do I Love Thee?” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning was written in 1845 while she was being courted by the English poet, Robert Browning. Banana Republic Like a cat I slumber, blissfully unencumbered, Through eighty per cent of my allotted span, Occasionally awoken, when dissent is spoken, And I invent another cunning five year plan, Lately it was pensions, that were being mentioned, So I borrowed from the French and Robespierre, Scrap all that went before, saved by tooth and claw, And let my all equal Citizens appear, Currently it is time, for me to be in my prime, For there is another election looming, I have to appear sincere, for part of this coming year, And assure everyone that everything is booming, Never mind strict quotas, Ive imported multitudes of voters, And told them which party let them stay, Though Ive rigged the postal vote, and defamed everyone of note, You never know what might happen on the day. THe Monster Mash, A Graveyard SMASH (short story I wrote when I was 11) The Monster Mash The Graveyard SmashHave you heard of the Monster Mash? I suppose you know the story of how it came to be, right? Well, I'm here to tell the TRUE story to you. Walt Whitman, Romance With a Stranger The concept of brief encounters, even romantic encounters, with a stranger recurs often in the verses of Walt Whitman. The Gaul of La Laguna de Paca Part OneI tell you a legend of long ago Of the sunken city of La Laguna de Paca, (Where I had met a lingering ghost) Within this region of Huancayo--Peru; Truth lies, but only the soul knows.

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