Sarah HudsonPierce

Sarah HudsonPierce Poems

1.

A hug is a gentle touch—
A light, sweet caress—
A tight squeeze.
A hug is touching lightly—
...

I am so selfish!
I want to be first in line!
I push and I shove—
I grab and I take—
...

God walked into his living room,
...

What I am asking, questioning-
Is whether mutuality is a reality-
Something we can grasp-
Obtain-
...

Just knowing
That I have
You as an
Anchor-
...

We do what we do
And become
What we are
By what we are
...

Where No One Cares
The saddest feeling
Is to be cast Into the sea of nothingness—
Where no feeling of friendship lies—
...

8.

Why are we so scared
When we see the
Opportunities
That we'd prayed for,
...

9.

It is only As we've
Experienced
Love-
Caring devotion
...

When One gets tired
Enough
Of one's lot in life
One will find
...

11.

You
You radiate love
Everywhere you go!
In touching my life,
...

We start on our Journey
Of openness-
One day at a time-
Timid—
...

To Soar Again!

Oh, the intensity
Of long remembered
...

We all need someone,
Sometime within our life-
If not on a regular basis-
Someone to need us-
...

15.

Love is a
Putty-
A glue-
To mend-
...

Sarah HudsonPierce Biography

I was born on the back roads of Arkansas near Sulphur Springs, Arkansas at home to Roy Earnest Hudson and Marcella May Morris Hudson. My parents married late in life due to many factors, one being the fact that my mother had been injured in a fall as a young child born in Woods County, Oklahoma, while Oklahoma was still Indian Territory. Her parents ran for ran in the Oklahoma Land Rush. My mother was born in 1906 in an underground sod dwelling, believed to have been inhabited by the Native American Indians before the Land Rush. My grandmother, Myrtle May Maples Morris died of typhoid fever at the age of twenty-five, while still living in that underground dwelling. At this same time my uncle Jimmy Morris, who was then six years of age, also died of typhoid fever. Their father was also stricken by the dread disease and almost died. To compound my mother's problem of being orphaned soon by her mom who died while she was two, she fell through the roof of that underground dwelling and lapsed into a coma and suffered brain damage that would hinder her from having a normal life. I spoke with her foster Mom, Clara Knox, who died in the early 1990's and she told me was there when my mother fell and she couldn't stop her. It helped me to understand her problems when she explained my mom's injury to me. My mother lived with Clara Knox and her husband until my grandfather recovered and later remarried when my mom was eight years of age. She next rejoined her dad and began life with him. This shaped my life as my mom didn't marry until the age of thirty-eight after her dad died. She married my father, a confirmed batchelor whose picture is on my web site at www.sarahhudsonpierce.com Because of her injury my mom was unable to function as a normal mother. My father died when I was ten. Later I went into an orphanage at Tulsa, Oklahoma. Having suffered so much during my childhood, I turned to writing and it truly helped me cope and find out who I am. At the age of fifty-six, I can truly say I am grateful for the hard knocks that I have suffered because it brought me out to a brighter day. I married, have three children. I am now on my own and leading a very happy life. I work in sales, host the Sarah Hudson-Pierce Show with Time Warner Cablevision of Shreveport near where I live on Caddo Lake in Louisiana. I have had five books, three of which are books of poetry, two are short inspirational pieces. The titles of my books are Friendship is a Journey, The Warming of Winter, To Soar Again! Southern Vignettes, and Turning Points. My favorite poem is one posted at this site that was written by Tanya Alexander. The title of that poem is 'Hello Again! It's Me Sarah! ' That poem tells my life story better than I ever could. Within the past seventeen years my life has truly been blest. I have maintained a close relationship with a kindred spirit who feeds my spirit and has given me the essence of what I need to grow! Within the past two years I formed Ritz Publications and have published the out of print books by the late Julia Pleasants Creswell who is the great grandmother of my good friend, James C. Gardner, former Mayor of Shreveport, Louisiana. I am currently working on his biography with him. It is due to be published by the end of June,2004.)

The Best Poem Of Sarah HudsonPierce

A Hug

A hug is a gentle touch—
A light, sweet caress—
A tight squeeze.
A hug is touching lightly—
A fond embrace—
Or being held very close.
A hug is waves of love,
Feeding a starving soul.
A hug says, 'I understand..
You needn't say anymore...
' A hug warms the coldest,
Bleakest night.
A hug isn't given just once—
And then forgotten.
Once a hug is given
It is eternally etched in
The mind and in the memory,
And may be relived again and again-
In private thoughts,
In memory,
In moments of sadness—
Of loneliness—
of deep despair!
A hug is a golden touch—
A loving memory-Saying,
'I love you! '

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