Tamra Craft

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

Tamra Craft Poems

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