cheryl davis miller
Biography of cheryl davis miller
I'm married,41 years. I have 2 grown daughters, and 3 grandchildren. I live on a small farm in Ohio.Where we raise cattle, [beef] chickens, a garden and pets.
Came from W.Va. I still consider it home, and write often of my appalachian roots.
My 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 14 yrs. and 2 mos. 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, prior to entering school, from looking at poems my mother had read to me, and I had memorized.
My daughters show no interest, but grandchildren may! I hope anyway!
cheryl davis miller Poems
A shudder running up my spine without reason nor any rhyme a constant process I confess reminder of my loneliness.
Another life has passed today lost in a purple haze. Tears flow from family and friends all due to a drug craze.
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.
Hell Or High Waters
Come hell or high waters words easy to say much harder to live by I find more each day
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.
In the winding wood's of Caroline there on pathway's up and down. Nestled neath the pines and green fronds he said our bodies, would be found.
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 hit a bird the other day;
did not slow down and did not sway.
My mind was too pre-occupied
to act; so we would not collide.
Wiping a tear as I passed by
my guilt and shame I'd not deny.
Instead I'd vow to slow life down;
drive slower as I go to town.