Biography of Libbie Jones
While i was growing up i was always on the go.. Every morning i would get dropped off at the baby sitters.. There was always for someone to play with over there.. I was the type of girl who always was one of the guys. There was nothing like building forts in the woods or down in the basement and going down to the crick to catch crayfish and frogs. I would always come back to the house so dirty and full of mud. Those were the days =]..
I played sports such as powder puff, basketball, soccer and then on the weekends i would play street hockey with the guys; I was the goalie.. My favorite thing about sports that i played was setting goals and accomplishing them.
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Libbie Jones Poems
I only ask of one simple task come down from the clouds and open your eyes
If You Only Knew
If you only knew How i feel about you the way you always makes me smile makes me wanna be with you for a while
You are the only one i think about Last thought before i go to bed & last dream before reality is apart of my life You are a dear friend
The Waiting Room
Nothing like the waiting room Sitting with strangers Wondering how you are Waiting ever so patiently jus to hear the results of your health
Where were you in my time of need? Never gave me the help or confidence to succeed. Always expecting something from me. Why should i stride to make an effort
Keep Moving On.
Lost for words how do i confess how i feel for you? My love is so deep There you are, here i am
When I'm blue I think of you You're someone who picks me up when I'm down
Leaves Of Life
Everyday is a new beginning Like the wind through the leaves Never knowing which way they're going Or where they may end up
My Dearest Friend
So many nights of wondering why You were by my side Thinking that i was all alone The only one who stood by me
Because Of You
Look at you Gentle and Smooth the way you walk Graceful and Swayed
Missing You Dearly
There you were lying in that hospital bed Hoping to God that you werent going to be put to rest So many fond memories flash through my mind Wishing i could see you one last time
I watch the night waiting for the clouds to roll on by As if to be looking up to the stars to search for an answer
My skies are as blue as they were gray All my troubles have gone away. The simplest things mean the most such as taking a drive along the coast
I only ask
of one simple task
come down from the clouds
and open your eyes
What do you see?
I see possibilties; things that could be
Image, would you
from my point of view