cheryl davis miller
Biography of cheryl davis miller
I'm married,35years.I have 2 grown daughters,3 grandkids.Live on a small farm in Ohio.Came from W.Va.
Parents divorced when I was one, and I was given to an Aunt to raise. At 13, she thought I needed to be with my 'real' mother. At 14, my 'real mother', thought I would do better with an older brother. at 14yrs. and 2mos. I decided, I would do better on my own. So I lived many lives in the next 5 yrs, until I married.
Since then I have lived a quiet life.I have scribbled since I was a child. Learned to read from looking at poems my mother had read, and I had memorized. Daughters show no interest, but grandkids may! I hope anyway!
cheryl davis miller Poems
The Walking Dead
'You feel too deeply, ' my mother spoke. When suddenly from sleep I woke. How can one limit ones depth of heart? Please tell me Mom I want to start.
Go Away Snow
From the North to the South, and the East to the West; Nasty Old Man Winter has tried his very best.
A limerick for my family, who one and all have abandoned me. Left me to deal with this killer-flu, my limerick I will share with you;
Molly you inspire me, so I've picked up my pen, To say you've handled 'Grace' fully, the circumstance you're in.
The Mouse Brigade
The long night of the mouse brigade; friend do you ever recall? How over run my house had become; when creatures ran up the wall.
Mary had her spent life lavishly; she had lived it so hard and fast. She met a man in the marketplace Who told her all about her past.
It's Not In Vain
Once in a garden far away there in the cool part of the day. Our Maker sat and held a lamb close to His breast.
I remember pickled pig's feet, potatoes an hog jowl. People never use to waste food, not the way they do now.
The Butterfly Bush
I planted me, a Butterfly Bush, a Butterfly Bush, a Butterfly Bush, I planted me, a Butterfly Bush, To see if it were true,
To Be Or Not To Be
An inconsequential life; lived out in deep regret. What could change the circumstance; about which now I fret.
No To Refugees
An Answer to Obama and Shep Smith Excuse us Sir, if we say 'pass' not welcome to the masses.
I've been proud to be an American and I am proud to be one still. She's always lead with the best intentions. I believe that She always will.
Pitiful, Petulant, Pouting, Pete [ His ...
Little petulant pouting Pete; he was use to having his way. Accustomed to others waiting, to hear whatever he would say.
Beans or greens, I still can hear Momma say; kids you can have both if you like today. Biscuits are ready there's no need to wait now come on let's say grace, and fill your plate.
I Love The Tender Blooms
I love the tender blossoms.
So I wait, expectantly.
For each precious bloom to open
and lift their face toward Me.
I adore every petal.
No two blooms are quite the same
My hand tends and trains the tendrils,
and I call each one by name.