Biography of Debbie Peterson
Born in Bloomington, Indiana. Married in 2003 to Greg Peterson. I started writing poems in high school. In 1987, my writing became a release after having a hysterectomy at the age of 20. My writing has now become a labor of love that I plan to give the child we adopt, which will be happening very soon.
Debbie Peterson Poems
The edges are worn on this old quilt From years of keeping me warm. She sewed each piece by hand with love A craft she mastered through years of practice.
There's a name I always wanted to have Since I was a little girl. I dreamed of having one or two With brown eyes and hair with curls.
The Man With The Baton
There's a great man I know Who can put on a great show When he takes the baton in his hand.
A Prayer Answered
Here I am on my knees again Wondering this time where to begin You answered my prayers When you led me to him,
You were like my big brother When we were growing up. You were our weekend babysitter Who always made it fun.
There is no laughter Inside these walls There are no toys Scattered in the halls.
You were like my big brother
When we were growing up.
You were our weekend babysitter
Who always made it fun.
You took us to the movies
And hid us in your trunk,
You would do most anything
So you could save a buck.