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Dad by Kit McCallum
This was a tribute on Father's Day to a wonderful father whom I so dearly admire.
As I hugged my mother and left the quiet hospital, I tucked this poem into my mother's hand, asking her to read it later that evening, as she spent yet another long and difficult vigil, beside "her mother's" hospital bed.
This poem was a gentle thank you to my kind and loving mother, who's warmth and love guides me daily.
This was written for my wonderful friend, Anna, whose closeness to me is akin to a twin. When faced with the devastating news that she had cancer, I wrote this poem and brought it to the hospital as I felt I could not let a moment go by without ensuring that she knew how much our friendship means to me.
With love and courage, I am pleased to say that she successfully beat her cancer, and continues to be my caring and trusted friend to this day.
With love and courage, I am pleased to say that she successfully beat her cancer, and continues to be my caring and trusted friend to this day.
I have a special person who I find is so often the inspiration for so many of my poems. When an occasion arose to celebrate their love and friendship yet again, I found mere words were simply not enough.
When asked to compose and recite a poem for an upcoming wedding for a loved one, I honestly did not know where to begin.
What eventually flowed, was this poem written from the bride and groom's perspective. It was penned to encompass appreciation for the past, confirmation of the present, and anticipation for the future.
What eventually flowed, was this poem written from the bride and groom's perspective. It was penned to encompass appreciation for the past, confirmation of the present, and anticipation for the future.
The following poem was written to help me work through the difficulties faced when I realized we would soon have to make the unfathomable decision that it was time to put to rest, our beloved 12 year old German Shepherd, Misty. The tears seemed never-ending ... she was my only "child."
This poem is simply a mournful cry to the heavens, in search of the remnants of a broken heart.
This poem was a bitter cry to the corporate world on "downsizing" and the changing world of employment.
It was a way of working through the devastating feelings and questions that a dedicated employee is faced with.
When the rumors begin to fly, and the corporate secrecy begins to take it's toll on the lives of those in the midst of chaos and uncertainty, all the employees wanted were some honest answers.
It was a way of working through the devastating feelings and questions that a dedicated employee is faced with.
When the rumors begin to fly, and the corporate secrecy begins to take it's toll on the lives of those in the midst of chaos and uncertainty, all the employees wanted were some honest answers.
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