Tag: love
group name: survivorsforum
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July 17, 2006 05:24 PM EDT --
In my mind, he was graduating high school on a football scholarship and enjoyed racing midget cars.
On my calendar, he was 13 weeks gestation.
In my womb, he'd stopped growing at 9 weeks and had . . . more
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May 25, 2006 01:15 AM EDT --
I was 17 years old when I met my first husband. He loved me, wanted me, and made me feel special, loved and needed. When he proposed I accepted, and from that day we were an item and rarely went anywhere . . . more
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October 17, 2006 03:01 PM EDT --
Our money had run out over a year before, I found work but Rich hadn't. He looked for over a year, I typed resumes and we'd pack him off to job interviews and every . . . more
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January 11, 2008 01:52 AM EST --
Sparkling . . . more
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April 20, 2006 12:17 AM EDT --
Buttons, coffee,
books and love,
that's what the woman
was made of.
Tears, pain
black eyes too,
but she loved me,
and she loved you.
Nights of horror
nights of shame;
we all know who
must . . . more
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April 15, 2006 11:26 AM EDT --
Time has changed us in many ways, you know;
More than our looks, but the way you think you know
what i'm feeling inside;
The way you think I'm the same sweet girl you married
so many years . . . more
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November 14, 2007 04:45 PM EST --
We face one another picking apart our chicken cutlet parmesans. While my mother complains about the thieving coked-up whores in her diner, I assemble piles of mozzarella cheese -- eyes transfixed on . . . more
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June 11, 2006 11:35 AM EDT --
I.
Dead is as dead does.
Your love for me is dead love.
I can see it in your eyes.
Once love lived for you
But . . . more
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March 10, 2007 02:08 PM EST --
All winter long I've been so cold.
My feet nearly freeze since I got old.
I get bundled up and jump into bed.
But the sheets are so cold, it's something I dread.
My heating pad quit, so what . . . more
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October 17, 2006 02:47 PM EDT --
It's been six years this month. It seems like a moment ago now.
One moment ago when I walked with my father around his yard in West Virginia on a chilly October afternoon. It was the . . . more
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April 26, 2006 09:42 PM EDT --
*Please don't take this as a need for self pity
I need to get this off my chest so proceed with caution*
I have a mental illness
Or two
Or three
It depends on whose . . . more
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May 02, 2006 11:34 PM EDT --
I feel like a puppet on a string;
Tell me the right words
And I'll do anything;
Touch me just so;
Promise me your heart;
I will be your little puppet;
From you I will never part;
Tell me your . . . more
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March 06, 2008 12:47 AM EST --
Forgiveness. Such a lovely and yes-noble ideal. To forgive those that have hurt us seems at times an almost impossible task. And, often it is. Why? Because we haven't yet learned to forgive ourselves. . . . more
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April 29, 2006 02:12 PM EDT --
In March of 2003 my husband Bill started complaining of a stomach ache. Several doctors' visits yielded nothing. He was losing weight very quickly, was not going to the bathroom properly and the pain . . . more
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March 31, 2008 09:49 PM EDT --
When we finally were told David was dying, all bets were off. Any resentments, angers or old hurts went out the window. We simply loved and cared for him the best we could at home, where he wanted to . . . more
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April 30, 2006 06:05 PM EDT --
*I was going to wait until the holidays to share this with all of you, however, I was reading an article someone wrote about homelessnes on Gather (if anyone knows which one let me know - it was the one . . . more
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May 01, 2006 09:00 AM EDT --
for Angela Claire and Andalucia Dotson
may·day [máy dày] noun. distress call: the internationally recognized communications distress call.
My friend draws bright discs in . . . more
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July 27, 2006 12:31 AM EDT --
I have written before about the death of my fiancee, Robert Varraso, when I was just 20 years old. This is something I wrote shortly after he died.
I had never expected to be there. I stepped . . . more
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July 29, 2006 04:49 PM EDT --
Forty-Eight years ago today,
Dr. Reeves sent me on my way
To St. Vincents Infirmary in Little Rock,
Where they put me in a hospital frock.
We'd had our Christmas the night before,
Anticipating . . . more
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December 12, 2006 09:16 AM EST --
a brown-eyed little girl huddles in a corner
listening to the venom fly
between two who vow love,
and she cries.
years later
a young teenage girl lies in bed
as her mind leaves . . . more
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