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.
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.
Vessels Of Honor
'What is the matter Daddy why is it you can’t see all that's happening out there it seems so clear to me.'
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.