"This is a collection of my best poetry...that tells my life story"

my 1st poem is about my life growing up being abused!

"Hush Little Girl"

Hush little Girl,
don't say a word.
Of all this abuse,
it can never be heard.

The beatings were bad,
the words hurt even more.
All of this happening,
behind our closed doors.

Hush little girl,
don't say a word.
Of all this abuse,
it can never be heard.

Date raped at age 15,
kept to yourself.
For this act was dark,
and it was also unseen.

Hush little girl,
don't say a word.
Of all this abuse,
it can never be heard.

Gang raped at age 16,
by same guy and his friend.
Don't you tell anyone,
in fear of retaliation.

Hush little girl,
don't say a word.
Of all this abuse,
it can never be heard.

Keep it all to yourself,
Like a book on the shelf.
Pay him back as best you can,
he was never really your friend.

Hey little girl with tearful eyes,
look up in the bluest skies.
As you slumber never forget,
it is he who has to live with regrets.

Take a smile that is owed to you,
it is he who has to pay his dues.
Never feel guilty for what he did,
you were nothing but a shy little kid.

Now that you are grown up,
and have become so brave.
Pay him back real good,
make him take guilt to his grave.

my 2nd poem is about the agony of searching for my 15 year old daughter for 4 days that ran away from home with her friend....after she was raped by the friends aquaintence!

"Hey, Hey Little Miss Runaway"

Hey, hey little miss runaway,
won't you just come home today?
We have searched for you night and day,
please come back our little runaway.

Hey, hey little miss runaway,
are you hungry?have you been fed?
Are you alive? or are you dead?
have you been tucked gently into bed?

Hey, hey little miss runaway,
you've been gone now for 4 days.
I am weary ,I've had no sleep,
my emotions are running so deep.

Hey, hey little miss runaway,
sister and brother want to play.
I've put up posters everywhere,
have you seen them? do you even care?

Hey ,hey little miss runawy,
soon it will be a 5th day.
Wait a minute,a call is coming,
we found your little girl out thumbing.

Hey, hey little miss runaway,
how could you do this to me so many days?
And now you are laughing and think it is funny,
How could you do this to your momma honey?



my 3rd poem here is about what is left after my son was killed in a wreck at 18!



"A Piece of You "

I saved your shirt all soaked in blood, for it is all
That is left of the last second of your life,
Some may think I'm crazy, some may think I'm weird
Because your bloody shirt I hold so dear.

I kept your starter cap, it is blood stained too,
It holds the last thought you had, and so many memories of you.
I have the change that was in your pockets,
Knowing you had touched it last,
It could have been part of your future,
Now it is only your past.

I have the hair you and I shaved from your head,
Just a few days before you were pronounced dead.
But none of this helps me to say goodbye,
All these things do is make me cry.

I love you my son with every beat of my heart,
And I'm sorry that on this earth our lives had to part.
No one knows what these things do to me.
Yet I take them out and touch them
And then pack them back real neat ,
Knowing this is all I have until again we meet...

my 4th poem is about my depression!

"Misery Loves Company"

Misery loves company,
hey look over there is that angry I see?
Here comes hate walking through the door,
bringing with it a whole lot more.

Well over there is confusion and hurt,
and there is frustration playing in the dirt.
I believe that pain is here too,
who is that singing,I believe it is the blues.

Bad memories just walked in,
bringing along tears just one more of our friends.
Wishing I were dead has showed up too,
well hello lonely how do you do?

nobody cares is hanging around,
over there is boredom laying on the ground.
disbelief just came through the door,
and denial is brought with it even more.

I must be really popular ,look at all these friends,
together we won't be alone,we'll stick together till the end.
Love and happy and all of the such,
go away please I don't miss you that much.

my 5th poem where I hide when deeply depressed!

"My Secret Hiding Place"

Inside me is a secret hiding place,
so very deep inside.
and when I need to be alone,
I go there just to hide.

I do not talk to anyone,
or even see the light of day.
for deep inside my hiding place,
is where I choose to stay.

my 6th poem is about allowing myself to live again after my son's death!

Heart Of Pure Gold

An Angel walked into my life,
my burdens he did help bare.
He did not have feathered wings,
or a halo floating above his hair.


He has a heart of pure gold,
I swear this must be true.
For when I heard his voice so sweet,
I knew just what to do.


He loves me for just who I am,
and helped take away my pain.
I feel myself soaring to new heights,
now I can finally live again.

my 7th poem is the result of allowing myself to live again and the effects all of this has had on my life!

"She Is Amazing"

It didn't take an army to convince her,
that her world as she knew it had came to a screaching halt.
That nothing would ever be the same again.
That she had no choice, but to accept this awfull fate.
She never even imagined that something like this could ever happen to her.
Someone she knew maybe, but never to her.
She felt as though her heart had been ripped out.
She sank into a numbness that should have never been.

She longed to have back the very precious son that she had lost.
At the same time she would never wish this terrible world on him again.
She knew deep down inside he was better off than she was.
She knew he had worked harder in his 18 years of life,
than a lot of grown men she knew.
That he would work for free a lot of the time,
to help men that had a family.
To help them be able to pay their rent and bills.
When she would ask him why he didn't accept the pay.
He would say Momma they have to pay bills and I don't.
She sometimes felt as though they were taking advantage of him.
He reassured her that they tried to pay him,
but he refused to take the money.

She struggled so hard to deal with the grief.
She did everything in memory of him and helped other grieving mothers.
All the while thinking hey I am handling this pretty good.
This went on for a little over 3 years,
then one day she realized that she was not handling it all that well.
That she was just making herself feel better,
when she would help the others.
She never allowed anyone to know about her true pain
and how much she was hurting inside.
She kept in her secret hiding place,
a place so deep inside herslf.
That no one could even begin to reach her.

She finally allowed someone to reach her and she felt a huge relief.
She begin to allow herself to feel loved,
cared about,proud,human,sad,pain,happy
and so many more emotions and feelings.
She is ready to learn to live again.
All of the guilt of allowing herself to feel anything,
since he had been gone was starting to fade away.
A little bit at a time, the numbness was leaving.
She was over whelmed with a huge mixture of emotions all at once.

She still misses him very much and she will always love him,
but now she has to allow herself to live.
To find new things to do with her life, she has to become a new person.
Not by choice, but because this is the hand she has been dealt.
She has to accept it because this change in her life will never go away.
She still has good days and bad.
The difference now is that she allows herself to feel both
the good and the bad.
She allows herself to live.
she finds it easier to share her joys and her pain with others.

Others say that she is an angel,
but she says she is only human just like them.
When she loves, she loves with all of her heart,
when she gives she gives it her all.
When she makes a friend they are her friend for life.
Everyone says they admire her for her strength.
She knows it is not strength at all that makes her
be able to do the things she does or
live through all she has had to endure.
It is the fact that she has learned to accept the things that
she does not have control over or the power to change.
Other wise she would have committed suicide a long time ago.

She still struggles every day to deal with this life
and yes with each passing day.
she does get a little stronger
and a little braver to face the world again.
She is a loving mother,wife,grandmother,sister,daughter and friend.
She is one amazing lady full of enough love to share with the world.
She feeds off of caring for others who are in need.
She is beautiful from the inside out,
just meet her and you will see.
Her story is a never ending story!