Checking for old poems

Poem originally published in Poems on Life - Family Poems.  

A simple but meaningful poem expressing sibling love. 

Found on a great site for poems- That's a "must see"  

http://100-poems.com/poems/life/0270002.htm 

A friend that I had gone to school with was a foreign exchange student, I became great friends with her and stil am to this day. Since we met her mother had been sick and about a month ago I told her that I would write a Poem and dedicate it to her mother. The next day I finished the one you are about t read. I was glad when I finished but as I posted it, I was the told that her mother had died that same day. So I dedicate this to her.

We all have domestic problems. Resolving them is the key........

The good old days. The good old ways!

My brother was made redundant from his job the other day and with my Human Resources background I have been offering him some very much needed support. I know that he doesn’t feel like being positive about the situation right now, and I fully understand it, but I hope, through time, he will realise the opportunities that he can now create for himself. I am now reminded of this quote, “When one door closes another one opens; but we often look so long and regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us.” (Alexander Graham Bell). This next poem is inspired by this situation and I hope that it instills some hope and encouragement for you and anyone you know who is going through a similar experience. Raise your thinking to a higher level and build up your courage and confidence to help you achieve what you want in life. Lots of love Clarabelle

Often we go through life and we forget how influential our closest family members have been in our life. This poem is a heartfelt sentiment to my wonderful and beautiful younger sister,who through the highs and lows of my life has always been there for me. Thank you Leanne, you are so very special to me, more than you’ll ever know.

A Prayer For My Daughter by William Butler Yeats ... One of my favorite poems of all. A poetic genius prays for his daughter during a storm. I had put my daughter to sleep, during the present storm here, and discovered this incredible poem so did fit the moment. Please read.

cocaine addiction is highly destructive, as any with any addiction. it changes the people you love right in front of your eyes. This poem is a response to this. (a little bit of swedish in this one, but it's translated)

I wrote this when my father was in hospital and I started chatting to another patient there, an elderly man, he had so much positivity.

When things get tough don't give up or take the easy way out, persevere because everthing will get better with a little time.

This poem I really put thought into. I thought about how lucky I am just to have a roof over my head and to be alive. I thought about what people go through and made it into a poem.

Verbal abuse why?

The family tree

Simply about the longing for home.

Wish upon a prayer

stressing just had to let it out

Dedicated to my father, R.I.P, I wrote this a few months after he passed away in 2009. The hardest day of my life, not only was he an amazing father but even more so an amazing human being. The day he passed, thunder and storm made its way...according to the weatherman, the storm was to last for an entire week. The following day, however, the sun was out bright as ever, I could hear birds humming outside my windowpane.

I dedicate not just this poem to him, but all of my future success as well, thanks to him; I am humble in spirit, respectful in manners, kind in the heart, and strong-willed. People like him, are one in a million. If you had known him, you'd understand.

A short poem

to honor the military

and their families

in time of loss.

This poem was first published in 'Moths in a Jar' and was written for my daughter, Matilda.  It has since been published on line but I cannot remember which webzine it was and I am too lazy to look it up in my records.  In away I am sorry not to be putting new stuff up but I am afraid that some editors will not take work that has appeared on fora like this one so, until I am sure where I am going to send a piece, I am inclined to hold back. Anyway, I hope you like it.  I am not what you might call a 'natural mother' and, at the time,  it came as quite a shock to me to discover that I was pregnant. Now, of course she is one of the brightest stars in my sky.

my description of family.