Pearl L Johns
Biography of Pearl L Johns
Just an ordinary middle aged housewife with a great husband, a wonderful son and good friends.
Pearl L Johns Poems
Out Of The Darkness
She walks the street late at night a lost child without a home looking for a way out of the darkness. She had ran away from the life she had before
When I Fly
At night when i fall asleep I let the magic of the night fill me. As I fall into the arms of slumber I hop upon the back of my dragonfly
Look Out World
For so many years I have lived my life In fear. What would happen if I walked out my front door?
The Butterfly, The Dragonfly And The Haw...
First into my life came the dragonfly. We were best friends as babes in diapers and still are best friends today. My dragonfly, you have had more than your share of sorrow over the years. Yet, you are always the strong one to your family and friends.
Where Did You Go?
Where did you go, the woman who became a part of my family twenty three years ago. We were so alike, we enjoyed the same things shared the same interests.
The Moon And The Stars
On a wild and beautiful night beneath the lushness of the full moon and the sparkle of a million stars my lover and I sail across the water.
What right do you have to treat my child as you now do? As a babe you would caress his cheek softly with your gentle fingers
I Saw A Red Bird Today
Eight long years ago I lost my best friend in the whole world. My mom, the bravest, kindest woman I have ever known in my life. You fought so hard against the terrible disese that wracked your body Until God took you home with him for eternal life.
I wish with all my heart my soul, my very being. That I could take your pain away. I wish I could hold you in my arms
A Letter From Heaven
Dear Mike, I am sending you this letter today, On the wings of a snow white dove. I know that you have heard of my passing from this earth.
Who are you young girl? The girl who has stolen my son's heart? I do not know you, but I am curious. Are you like the hummingbird?
Meet You At The Gate
A dusty road Separating your home from mine. Divided only by a gate. Two little girls,
His hands were gnarled and misshapen by years of painful arthritis. But to me his hands were beautiful. He had been born to a tough life in the year of 1918. Went through a year bedridden at the age of six
When The Phone Rings
You never know what will happen when the phone rings. Will it be great news, like last week when my friend called? To tell me her cancer is in remission. Will it just be a telemarketer wanting to sell me something I don’t need?
Where Did You Go?
Where did you go,
the woman who became a part of my family twenty three years ago.
We were so alike, we enjoyed the same things
shared the same interests.
When I married your son, i sent you roses to thank you for giving him life.
When I bore your last grandchild, you held my hand until your hand was blue.
Where did you go?
Now you are bitter and angry all the time.
You say such cutting and cruel words to me and about me.