Biography of Connie Webb
I have lived in many places throughout the USA. Traveled to Mexico and Canada. Raised in a big family that moved a lot. Have had many different experiences with people, places and things since I am in middle-age now. Graduated from High School and Business College. Took some College Courses. Worked at various minimum wage jobs. Became a stay-at-home mom. Started writing when I was a little kid in diaries. Had my first article published in a local magazine in January 2006 and I jumped up and down when it happened - smile. Thanks for visiting my poem site.
Connie Webb's Works:
I have had some writings/poems published in College books.
Connie Webb Poems
Mom And Time
When I was a girl I told my friends My mom is so mean I wish she would stop telling me
When the pain ended and the last tears fell, And I got out of my living and bitter hell, I found a strength as strong as steel, This strength I found is surely real.
Art By A Two Year Old
Honey bear jar lid taken off Poured carefully over the carpet With pink and white animal cookies Floating in it
A Mother's Thoughts
I’m still here somewhere Between the dishes and laundry Breakfast, lunch and dinner I’m still here.
Losing someone so special to you Someone you loved so dearly To lose that person Is the greatest loss ever.
We Will Not Lose Hope
We will not lose hope One day all will have freedom All will live in peace Experience love
I used to complain About my big funny looking feet And a friend said, “Hey they were made that way,
A Stay-At-Home Mom Was I
What can I tell you About the life I’ve lived Will I impress you With all the things I did?
Saying Good-Bye To My Therapist
You helped me from the very start I was discouraged and sad But through the years with all your help Now my life is not so bad.
A Black Cat Crossed My Path
A black cat crossed my path On a night of a full moon He was carrying a pack on his back And dancing around like a loon.
Their life is getting worse She just can’t stop drinking today, But she loves her kids And thinks perhaps rehabs the way.
Fascinated And Motivated By An English T...
He was my instructor In a college English class. His stories took us to Italy And the way women cry
I think of when it is all over No more worries about the bills Or the health checkups Or the state of the nation,
Standing Up For Myself
I will truly accept myself today No more worrying about what you say I will do what I really want to do No longer will I be controlled by you.
She still likes Christmas even though she ain’t religious
She likes gathering around the lighting of the big tree
With dressed up in velvet carolers singing joyously.
She likes the parade with lighted trucks and candy canes
The walks around town in winter nights
While looking at all the glowing lights.
The decorations are in stores way too soon