At This Moment
Author: Barbara Goodhew
Showing that we care.
Our feelings we should share.
Not waiting for something to go wrong
Showing our feelings is right.
We all feel sad.
When things go bad.
Feelings are for showing all the time.
Not just sometimes.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Meridian (22.214.171.124) -- Friday, April 23 2004, 11:41 pm|
Good evening Barb! At this moment......the birds are chirping away outside! Don't they make lovely music? Your poem, "At This Moment" brings out another divine message on emotions!! This also reminds me of remorse....How some people go to court to hear their sentence, and show no sign of it...Nobody should want to have a stone heart, or act like a robot...Because first; robots can't love, because they don't have a heart, therefore they can't do anything that's relative to feeling.. Thank you for that inspiring message, which always captivates my attention!! Good poem Barb, good poem! (SMILE)
|barb (126.96.36.199) -- Saturday, April 24 2004, 01:37 am|
thanks meridan for your uplifting comments
|Terrie* (188.8.131.52) -- Saturday, April 24 2004, 01:42 am|
so right you are on the subject of "At this moment"..anything could happen, i may lose my chance of expressin' whether i step off the elevator at work or jump into my car, unsaid words should be shown at all times not just when life throws us a curve, because sometimes we may be in the middle of that curve... so i'm takin' your advice..startin' from this moment on...thank you doll!! God bless you!! Terrie*
|barb (184.108.40.206) -- Saturday, April 24 2004, 09:48 pm|
yea I learned the hard way. that tomorrow may not come so tell people how you feel today. Glad my thoughts help others see.
|Martin Vann (220.127.116.11) -- Saturday, April 24 2004, 10:00 pm|
When someone is crippled, and struggles for a chair, I want to be there. If a child falls from their bike, and begans to cry, I want to be there. If a woman bears children from words of deceit and lies, then, she cries, how can I feed them, I want to be there.
Barb, your words have power, like the wick of a stick of dynamite, short, but powerful. As I look around and see through your eyes, I realize, If, I want to help myself, it will come from a stranger, I never knew, yet, gave my love.
|barb (18.104.22.168) -- Saturday, April 24 2004, 10:09 pm|
gee martin you make me sound like a warm kind person. got you fooled too. ha ha :))
|Cap (22.214.171.124) -- Monday, April 26 2004, 01:00 am|
Your words are so true,Barb. People should not be afraid to show their feelings and be true to themselves.
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