Choices – Chances – Changes If you make a choice to take a chance, to change your life for good, Will the chance you chose…
Grand-daddy may I ask you, why is the sky so high? Because the birds, with feathered wings, need places they can fly. Grand-daddy may I…
When upon life’s billows you are tempest tossed, When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost, Count your many blessings, name them one by…
What do you get mom on such an important day? A card? Flowers? Candy? How about a book written by you, illustrated with love and…
One of mom’s favorite poems that I wrote for Mother’s Day has again made it’s showcase… in a most miraculous way. A few months ago…
Anyone ever feel like this??? Oh my, oh my, what can I do? I’m filling up with doubt. My thinking cap must have a hole…
‘Twas the evening ‘fore Christmas and all was asleep Except for the Big Man and his reindeer peep. They were blasting through snow clouds, delivering…
Fly Away – A Dream by Kathleen J. Shields The other morning I awoke from a fabulous neat dream. As I sat there remembering, I…
April marks the month where schools, libraries, publishers, poets, and booksellers celebrate the importance of poetry in our lives. …So I didn’t want to let…
Oh look at those shoes – oh my, they’re so cute! Look at those heels. I look so astute. The leather, the lace, the cloth…
It’s early Monday morning and I’m up before the dawn, A story on my mind, gotta type but then I yawn. Coffee percolating, sleep wiped…
My life was about living, every day about the same. Nothing special to report, because He didn’t know my name. I was lonely and quite…
It was two days before Christmas and all through the square, people were shopping like they hadn’t a care. Ripping through racks of toys, clothes…
Blessed with talent – that’s how I feel, when I think ’bout what we’ve done is surreal. 10 books and counting – 11 on the way,…
I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering. -Robert Frost I saw this phrase the other…
Poetry, to me, is a very memorable form of storytelling. Like music, when your favorite song comes on, it’s not only the beat and the…
In a recent trip to see my grandfather I came across an old booklet on his shelf. “Portraits of Bygone Days” by Bessie J. Hemp…
The other day I came across this picture and I just had to share it – yet I decided to add in my own two…
Most animals are designed with their bodies to be able to get to their food sources and to escape from danger. So, for giraffes, they…
The other day I received a phone call, completely out of the blue, from a very, very shy child in the Chicago area. She had…