Tamra Craft

Rookie (April 10th,1987 / Green Bay, Wisconsin)

Tamra Craft Poems

1. My Asliea 4/6/2009
2. Thank You Zaden 4/6/2009
3. He And She 4/10/2009
4. Years Ago Today 4/10/2009
5. Her First Homicide 4/11/2009
6. Unlike You, I Have Found Peace 4/12/2009
7. The Oldest Part Of The Cemetery 4/13/2009
8. The Storm 4/13/2009
9. Love Blinds Truth 4/16/2009
10. Civilised Man 4/17/2009
11. Cleverly Disguised Someone 4/18/2009
12. Only Solace 4/18/2009
13. Her Personal Curse (Warning, Graphic In Nature) 4/18/2009
14. Memoric Late-Nite Picture Show 4/19/2009
15. Please…just Don’t Forget Me 4/23/2009
16. Rain 5/1/2009
17. 2190 Days 5/1/2009
18. Bidden Temptation 5/1/2009
19. Lily Snow 5/1/2009
20. My Strength 5/1/2009
21. Those Were The Best Days 5/1/2009
22. Rainbows In The Water 4/6/2009
23. Soul Intact 4/6/2009
24. Karma 4/6/2009
25. Virginity 4/6/2009
26. My Blessing 4/6/2009
27. Two Trees 7/1/2009
28. Dark Side 8/25/2009
29. Bitter Addiction 8/25/2009
30. Looking Up 8/25/2009
31. The Cat Inside The Bird 8/25/2009
32. Who Are You? 8/25/2009
33. I Could Never Have Said No To You 7/17/2012
34. Snow Song 11/16/2012
35. You Left Me 4/6/2009
36. The Blue-Jay Misses 4/19/2009
37. My Baby Girl 4/6/2009
38. Curiosity Quenched 8/11/2009
39. Blood Lust 4/6/2009
40. To Great Grandma Ott On Mothers Day 5/10/2009

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To Great Grandma Ott On Mothers Day

When I think about growing old some day
I smile because I think of you.
Of all the loving words you say
And the generous things you do.

I think of all the “I love You’s” you must have said
And all the hugs and kisses you have given.
Of all the hungry tummies you’ve fed
And about all the hearts you’ve been in.

I think of how lucky you were to live a life
Filled to the brim with flowers and love.
To be a doting mother and the most loving wife,
To be what so many warm memories are made of.

I imagine the bitter sweet joy of watching my own
Grow ...

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You have never felt the torture of closing your eyes at night
Beneath that cold blanket of fear.
Nor of knowing that what we imagine will come out,
Is going to come out of the dark to claim you.
Because no ones there to protect you from your own screams or tears,

You will never be stripped bare
Of what grace and dignity you once possessed
Or to know what it is

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