Pete
Pete married my sister JerrylDine many moons ago. I have tried to capture a little about Pete in this short poem. Continue reading
JerrylDine (Early Years)
JerrylDine ( Early Years)
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Brothers and sisters always seem to fight a lot. The reality is that they really love each other and would protect them at all cost. But it’s fun to talk about the way life really was. Here my poem about my sister. Continue reading
Craig
Craig
Brothers are great friends there is no doubt. We were always doing things that got us in trouble. Since I was the oldest I took most of the heat resulting in a lot of bustings right on my seat. So this poem to some may sound a bit dingy, but it’s just what really happened. We did a lot of things together so sometimes it may sound like a poem about us. Continue reading
Billy Ray
Billy Ray
It seems so hard to draft a poem about ones self, but I have given it a try. Perhaps this is an autobiographical poem in second person. Continue reading
Walter Raymond (Dad)
Walter Raymond (Dad)
My Dad was a very interesting guy and he was very intelligent. He loved his family and really loved to go fishing. He always tried hard to do the right thing. Here’s a poem that just catches some of his traits Continue reading
Malelia (Mom)
Malelia (Mom)
My mother was one of the most important people in my early life. A poem that does her justice is impossible to write, but I have tried my best. The poem follows. Continue reading
William Furman (PoPo)
William Furman (PoPo)
Our daughters’ PoPo was a fine man whom I have written a poem about. We all loved PoPo and this is a few lines about some of his traits as I remember them. Here’s the poem. Continue reading
Ruby Evelyn (MaMo)
Ruby Evelyn (MaMo)
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Today my poem is about Pam’s Mom Ruby Evelyn that we all called MaMo. Continue reading
Pamala Ann
Pamala Ann
It only takes about a half an hour to compose a poem about some of the traits of someone you love. The poems give me a chance to express myself, so I’ll be throwing one out there every once in a while.
The Early Years
The Early Years
I was too young to remember any of the very early years. I have put this story together from stories my Mom and Dad told me when I was old enough to remember. Perhaps our grand children will appreciate the hardships faced by their great grandparents raising children during wartime. Here’s the story. Continue reading