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!

My inspiration for this poem is my love for a country and its people. May God Bless Northern Ireland.

I wrote this poem for a friend I met on the Internet. We happened onto each other purely by chance, and from the moment we started to chat it felt like we knew each other forever. We are both very spiritual people. I ask myself, now, was our meeting chance or did fate and destiny play a role.

We are not romantically involved. I am ten years older than my friend and happily married. He is single and still searching for his soulmate. We live on opposite sides of the world. We share a special bond, one I can't explain. I know we will be friends forever. Or maybe we have been already.

This poem was written as part of a romance novel I am pursuing to write. It was written about the strong bond of love my two characters share, yet it's message is timeless, and certainly not fictional. Thinking of my own soulmate..(my husband) helped me find the words. My life and love with him has always been just as romantic as any novel, and this poem is for anyone who believes in fate, destiny, and that the soul has bonds from its past. Bonds that it is always searching to find, to reconnect with to be whole, to be complete. The strongest bond being love.

I was inspired to write this poem from the many news stories I have seen and read about young people who have recklessly thrown their lives away by drinking and driving, or by driving with someone who is intoxicated.

We have all seen the scenario of parents attending the funerals of their children, yet the problem continues all over the United States. I do not wish to single out any certain age group, as drinking and driving and fatal accidents have been caused by many an adult. All age groups are affected. However, it disturbs me that, with graduation and prom season approaching, our nation's youth will be attending parties where alcohol is being served. I wrote this in hopes young people will realize they are not invincible and that bad things don't always happen to the other guy; because sometimes the other guy is them!