Author: Barbara Goodhew
I have days where I'm down
When no ones around.
My speech isn't clear.
Get frustrated dear.
Some make me feel useless.
But you make me feel priceless.
Others have trials to overcome.
If it wasn't for my trials never
would of found my home.
Thankful the way things turned out.
Get frustrated over anything mere.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|farisha (22.214.171.124) -- Monday, March 8 2004, 11:54 pm|
i dont understand
|barb (126.96.36.199) -- Tuesday, March 9 2004, 01:11 am|
farisha in 1999 I had brain tumor operation and on the operating table I had a stroke. so now I talk and walk different(strange)but my friend doesn't see my physical problems to him I'm the same and before my trouble I just worked and paid bills,Inever paid attention to things. now I had the time to find what I liked to do writing. If it wasn't for the disability I never would of found what I like to do, so that's why I am thankful. my home is writing now good or bad it makes me feel better. hope I explained it.:))
|Meridian (188.8.131.52) -- Tuesday, March 9 2004, 01:22 am|
Sorry to hear that about your severe operation! You are truly blessed to be alive! Now I understand too, the title of your poem "Thankful". You've gone through a lot barb! I'm glad you found what interests you.
And you know, usually after a brain tumor operation, some people can't quite as function as they used to. Not speech wise persae, but explaining or writing like you did in the above paragraph. You sound very intelligent when you put what you feel into words, as though you never had an operation at all. I hope you continue to take it easy, and have fun with poetry.
You truly have a testimony Barb!
Touching; almost made my eyes fill with tears. So many times a lot of people today take things for granted like myself. I thank God for you still being able to see another day, and me too!
Take care, and may God bless you always!
|Meridian (184.108.40.206) -- Tuesday, March 9 2004, 01:26 am|
I think the word in the paragraph is supposed to be spelled parse. Please forgive my careless mistake. I am terribly sorry.
|barb (220.127.116.11) -- Tuesday, March 9 2004, 02:18 pm|
yea I am blessed I go to brain tumor meetings and somepeople there can't even remember what their name is. Sad. I feel guilty for being able to think after seeing that. I feel really good after one of the meetings, makes me realize there are worse off people than me.
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