- * AMOUR * -
My love, there is no measure
for the feelings that transpire.
...
- * A SOLDIER'S PRAYER * -
I stand here in this foreign land
As I look into the sky
...
- * MAMA'S LEGACY * -
When I was just a little girl
I lay in Mama's bed
...
- A BIRTHDAY BLESSING-
Here is a Birthday Blessing
For a very special Friend,
...
- *INDIANAPOLIS* (INDIANA) -
From a land of standing timber
Fields of cane.. that grew so tall
...
- * LOVE YOU MY FRIEND * -
I played out in the rain today
I had a lot of fun.
...
- * THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES * -
You used to send me little things
that brightened up my day.
...
- *FIRST LOVE YOURSELF *-
To a little bit of something,
Just a tiny little girl.
...
- * ALTZHEIMERS * -
Sometimes, I'm in the shadows
Of this life, here, day by day.
...
- * THE Faucet of our Tears * -
We think about the things we do
And try to censure what's untrue
...
- * THE MEASURE OF MY LIFE * -
You are the measure of my Life, Oh Lord,
...
- * ENFOLD ME AGAIN* - -
Across a bridge..down in the park
I watch daylight..appear from dark
...
- * GOD'S HANDS *-
A storm is building quickly
Dark clouds are overhead
...
- * STORING GOLD * -
I have these many memories
Of the stories that were told,
...
- * GIVE BACK THE DEVILS DUE * -
So quickly we forget
the lessons we did learn,
...
I am a retired Nurse, married since 1961,4 children,12 grandchildren,8 greatgrandchildren so far. Raised 8 children, and numerous foster children over my lifetime. Have a profound belief in God and know that He is my guide in every part of my life. I love to write poetry and take long walks beside the River. I also do genealogy and have over 200,000 names in my database. Many of my poems are memories, some feelings, most religious, and many written to a specific sentence or plot given me by someone else, such as 'Titanic' and 'Indianapolis' or 'Aviation'. Most of the Love poems were either for my husband who passed away in 2022 or for a theme write. The friendship poems are for special people I have known.)
- * Amour * -
- * AMOUR * -
My love, there is no measure
for the feelings that transpire.
I know that deep inside of me
they build a raging fire.
Each little touch or whisper
sets off a tremoring wave,
That shakes each quivering particle,
my body to enslave.
So how can I endeavor
to think about today,
When every waking part of me
is in such disarray.
Tomorrow may not come again
for I cannot endure
The all consuming aftermath
Of your grandeous Amour.......
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 10-29-05