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Until Death Do Us Part?

Do they even say that anymore? It seems marriage is no longer considered a forever thing. In fact, in many instances, it seems isn’t even considered necessary (unless, of course, it affects your health insurance). Read the rest of this entry »

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A Thousand Angels Crying

If you’ve ever suffered through a broken relationship, this poem will tug at your heart strings. It is truly a sad thing to have to go through and I believe the angels do cry when they look down upon a love gone wrong. Read the rest of this entry »

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A Thousand Angels Crying

This is my post for Jingle Poetry site’s Poetry Potluck #40. If you enjoy poetry in any form, take a look at what the folks who share their talented offerings on the site have to offer. This week’s theme is Void, Loneliness, and Sorrow, and I think the following poem fits all three. If you’ve ever suffered through a broken relationship, this poem will tug at your heart strings. It is truly a sad thing to have to go through and I believe the angels do cry when they look down upon it. Read the rest of this entry »

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All things are possible

I’ve posted my poem, Pennies From Heaven, on my blog a couple of times—I’ll, no doubt post it again—and I’ve also posted the story I wrote, by the same name. I wrote the poem in 1998, and since that time I have been blessed repeatedly by emails I’ve received from folks who were grieving over the loss of a loved one. It seems my poem brought them comfort, by giving them hope that they would one day see them again. And, that in the meantime, the departed loved one was up there watching over them. Read the rest of this entry »

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A Band Of Angels

This morning, my uncle, Sid Newberry, will be laid to rest. Some of you are probably weary of my expounding on the situation, and if so, please accept my apologies. But, this has caused many thoughts to stir, and I am not one to keep them to myself. My hope is that when I share these thoughts and feelings with you, they might help you to better understand, and cope with, the struggles of this life we live. Read the rest of this entry »

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Behind The Clouds

Twice I’ve stood in the same doorway and said goodbye to someone who’d been an important part of my life. The first time it was my beloved grandpa, Luther “Pa” Stringer that lay in the bed staring up at me with bright yet aged eyes. The second time it was my precious Uncle Sid, but on both occasions it seemed I was looking into the same set of eyes. I believe I was. Read the rest of this entry »

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All things are possible

I’ve posted my poem, Pennies From Heaven, on my blog a couple of times—I’ll, no doubt post it again—and I’ve posted the story I wrote, by the same name, also. I wrote the poem in 1998, and since that time I have been blessed repeatedly by emails I’ve received from folks who were grieving over the loss of a loved one. The following is one I received today, and I want to share it, and my response, with you. I think you will see how this little poem touches hearts, and comforts people, and I hope you will understand how I am often overwhelmed at what the poem has meant to so many people all over the world. Read the rest of this entry »

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Oh Good Grief! I’ve Become My Grandma!

We’re at Tracey and Sean’s this weekend, getting ready to hold our third book signing event. The grandkids, Sawyer and Savannah will get to help us with the event, so it will be a special one!

We brought our old dog Dockers with us—yes, still on the subject of dogs—because…. Read the rest of this entry »

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Well… How’d Ya like it?

Looks like a lot of you read the three part story A Soft Knocking. Let me know if this format is something you enjoyed, or if you’d rather I didn’t tease you like that. My purpose here is to entertain; make you laugh, smile, and yes, sometimes maybe shed a tear or two. Or, perhaps, simply to cause you to contemplate, like this poem might tend to do… Read the rest of this entry »

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A Soft Knocking (part 3)

My hands upon the smooth worn timber that lay across the door, resting in forged brackets on either side, my breathing had almost stopped. I knew should I lift the bolt from its place it might never stay there again. A soft knocking… Read the rest of this entry »

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