Second child of six in the family. First and oldest female so became babysitter so mom could work. The oldest child and the youngest were boys. There were 4 girls in-between.
Around age of ten or eleven, had a bad case of the mumps and lost hearing in right ear. Learned to lip read to get the whole picture of what was being said. Wrote to Beltone from an ad in the newspaper and from there it was verified that I did have a hearing problem. There were no hearing aids to cover this loss of hearing yet, so had to wait.
Poetry became a way of speaking my emotions or to other people as trying to speak face to face was difficult in expressing self. Some of those who have read my work, tell me that I expressed how they felt.
I end up calling my poetry Inspirations, for the words seem to flow from my mind to the page. Given a subject or object to write about will more than likely get a response within the day. There are times, research is necessary to write in particular to that person on about the subject. Poetry that I write about includes: classic cars, In Memory Of, seasons or nature, the personal touch to an individual and some just for fun about growing up.
As I sit here Mother, pondering the past,
I can remember, how the time went fast;
There were days you were too tired to listen,
But as a mother now, I need not question,
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I’m glad I was a volunteer,
For Neighborhood Bible Time;
I’m sure I learned just as much
As the children I’d call mine.
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The terror that we feared
As the airplanes disappeared,
Brought Americans together,
With memories we’ll have forever.
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William or Bill as he was called,
He healed a hole in my heart;
I’m not his daughter or his wife,
But he was the father figure I sought.
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