Author: Barbara Goodhew
To tell the world of my past pain,
Why what would I gain,
Other than to be vain.
At this point of my life, no pain.
To me, God saw me show what I'm made of,
So now he is rewarding me with happiness and no pain.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Terrie* (126.96.36.199) -- Friday, July 1 2005, 05:29 am|
'Aye Doll, this is a great read , it so reminds me of my moms way of thinkin' poor thing became a parapalegic at the age of 35 and was a prisoner to her own body for over 37 years, yet.. she had no pain , no regrets, smile shone from the inside, she was always a spiritual gifted woman (wish i was like her) dad was her first love and last ,was there to take care of her up until he died.thank you for writin' this , it takes me back to when she was able to hug me.beautiful, absolutely beautiful...thank you!! love you for this.
|Capricorn (188.8.131.52) -- Friday, July 1 2005, 07:33 am|
You have a great attitude towards life Barb that others can learn from. Great read.
|barb (184.108.40.206) -- Friday, July 1 2005, 03:30 pm|
Thanks Terrie glad you had an inspiring mom you wanted to be like. my adopted mom was a whiner. swore I'd never be like that.
So cap that's where I got my attitude from, it was a case of opposite from what I saw. thanks fgor reading.
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