Have you ever felt isolated, even with others all around you? Have you ever felt something's wrong - when nothing's wrong? Have you ever felt like no one on earth could possibly understand what you're feeling?

Well, I understand.

This poem rips from my soul, through my fingers, onto the keys, through the invisible wires to share with my fellow humans, taking part of my heart with it on its journey.

The gasping beauty of snowstorms was inlaid on my child-heart by a mother who loved them too. All my life, snow and wind will bring me intense joy, through this gift she gave me.

Life can bring such deep sadness, but if a person is dearly loved, nothing can ever truly overwhelm them. So it is with me, loved by my husband.

It's about a person who tried to make something of himself, and he tried real hard to be a success. But events in his life never pieced together right. His friend tried to help him, but never helped him quite enough. And I do believe that he became so depressed he killed himself.

This poem describes what goes on in a typical day of life. It expresses the joys and sorrows that people endure everyday, the various situations and events that occur in the lives of people. Every day.

When I wrote this poem I just getting home from school, which had proved to be a hard day. When I began writing this poem, I realized that my day had not been as bad as I'd thought. I realized that I had so much more that I could be thankful for.

Mountain Men is about a person who is flooded with confusion, and forced to make a crucial decision...

The poem itself is a metaphor for several different times and circumstances in life, so I leave the underlying meaning up to the reader.

The special request: Cheryl, of Northern California, writes that she just gave birth to a beautiful, healthy, seven pound two ounce baby girl during the first week of December. Kristen Marie has her father's dark coloring, Cheryl says, but she isn't likely to get anything else from him. A single Mom, Cheryl would like a special poem, something she can give to her daughter when Kristen is old enough to appreciate it. Something to tell her what a wonderful, joyous moment her birth brought into her mother's life.

I would like to dedicate this poem to Cheryl and her "new light".

I wrote this poem for school. It had to be about life and I wrote about my relatonship with my Stepmother.

The special request: Cheryl, of Northern California, writes that she just gave birth to a beautiful, healthy, seven pound two ounce baby girl during the first week of December. Kristen Marie has her father's dark coloring, Cheryl says, but she isn't likely to get anything else from him. A single Mom, Cheryl would like a special poem, something she can give to her daughter when Kristen is old enough to appreciate it. Something to tell her what a wonderful, joyous moment her birth brought into her mother's life.

I was inspired to write this poem after reading Cheryl's request. I am a mother and I have shared the experience of birth and the miraculous gift of life. The bond mother and baby share is truly a miracle in itself. I hope this expresses what Cheryl was searching for. Congratulations, Cheryl!