I’ve always loved butterflies and I was dismayed to find a butterfly stuck in a spider web. I rescued him and was so happy that he could fly again.
I’ve always been more interested in quilting than technology.
I’ve never been interested in learning to use a computer. I’m computer illiterate, so I feel very old fashioned and like a dinosaur.
Everyone in my family knows that I would like to come back as a butterfly after I die. I hope that my grandchildren think of me when they see a butterfly and say “There goes Grandma!”
I read an article in the local newspaper about a woman who was raising money for a playground that would be all inclusive so that handicapped children can use it. Doug and I became very involved in this project and Doug also got his Rotary club to get involved as well. The playground is beautiful and very well used.
One of my passions in life has been quilting. I love designing and creating artistic quilts. In addition I have met many delightful people through sharing at quilting bees and taking classes.
I admire my friend Maris. She also has a chronic disease, but she is always very positive in her attitude and is grateful for all her blessings. I wrote this poem thinking of her. She was touched by it when I shared the poem with her. She’s an inspiration to all of us.
This is the inspirational story of Shannon, my niece who heard about the organization Guide Dogs for the Blind when she was 8 years old. She then brought her whole family into the exciting adventure as she raised guide dog puppies for the next nine years. This story shows that even a young child can make a difference by improving lives and making the world a better place.
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I had knee surgery several years ago, and I wrote this poem afterwards. When I went back to the orthopedic doctor recently for another issue with my knee, I showed him the poem. As I was leaving he was showing the nurse the poem and they were laughing.
For several years I was involved in a quilting group called Off Kilter Quilters. One member challenged me to write a poem about the group. About 20 minutes later I came up with the poem and emailed it to her. They all enjoyed it.
I heard about this from a friend in my walking group.
I met Libby in college and she later married Jim. In his fifties, Jim was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease. I wrote three poems at different stages of their lives. While writing these poems I imagined how Libby must have felt as his illness was progressing. Libby was a really good caregiver and she arranged for night time caregivers to come in and help with Jim. We went to visit them several times after his diagnosis. I remember feeling sad when Libby said she was losing her partner, lover and best friend.
My very good friend Shanna, who has the same name as our daughter (although they spell it differently) had a long and happy relationship with her significant other, John. The day after he died, I called her and said that I wrote a poem for her, as if she were talking to John, and I warned her it might make her cry. She said that was okay, she was crying a lot anyway. I read it to her and she did cry and said “That’s beautiful. Will you send me a copy?” I told her I would. Her sister was staying with her and Shanna didn’t feel up to seeing anyone else at that time. Shanna asked me if I would read it to her sister which I did. My heart was breaking for my friend but I felt I had helped her in some small way by putting into words some of the feelings she felt. Shanna asked me to read this poem at the celebration of John’s life.
