Sally DeSmet Trueblood
Sally DeSmet Trueblood Poems
- Heroin Eyes I cannot find this once-beautiful girl through ...
- Growing Up Your world at six was a carousel of pure ...
- The Last Leaf To Fall When the last leaf has tiptoed down ...
- My Mom My Mom was like a perfect rose at springtime, Pure ...
- A Home Invaded Sounds erupt in the distance, disturbing the...
I was born in Nashville, the daughter of a military man which afforded me to move around a lot. I have always enjoyed writing, and have dabbled in it through work in editing and such things.
I mainly enjoy writing for pleasure, expression, or as a way to relieve the stresses of life. Now that my children are raised, I would like to carve out more time to pursue my writing. I'm on this odd journey to try to find this little spot for me to sit and do what I enjoy. Life keeps getting in the way, and I'm trying to find a way to merge these colliding forces.
For now, I suppose I am grateful to say that at least I am on that journey...... more »
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Comments about Sally DeSmet Trueblood
My Mom was like a perfect rose at springtime,
Pure and beautiful, and the petals perfectly formed,
And it's fragrance sweet and pleasing to the senses.
For the rose, as my mom, came into this world as a thing of beauty.
As time passed, the winds came into my mother's life,
For as life brings the rose, it also brings the winds.
The wind blows the petals off the rose and it is no longer new
And struggles through the wind to regain its strength and beauty.
Because the rose by God's design is a thing of splendor,
The petals grow back as the winds die down, ...