A Few Of My Favorite Writers

Ain't Life Grand... A Collection Of Stories, Musings and Opinions by Cheryl L. Dieter

A Few Of My Favorite Writers

While it is doubtful that you have ever heard of these wonderful writers although their talents are worthy of publication. As you will see, these gifted individuals write with a passion that speaks to the heart and feeds the soul. May you be filled after reading these inspiring poems.

This treasure was written by my sister-in-law, JoAnne Norris. Because Jo (as I call her) has four children at home she rarely writes anymore...I wish she did. If you wish Jo would find the time to continue writing beautiful poems such as this one, email me and I will send her comments on to her. Let's inspire this wonderful poet to get back to work. The world needs to read more of her written gifts!

TOMORROW

Where there is tranquility

Is where I want to be

With the birds that are sailing

To the end of eternity.

Away from the sorrows

Of a life passed us by

Where there is tomorrow

And dreams never die.

Where friendships are bound

With unbreakable strings

Where winters pass by

To sunshiny springs.

Where beauty is

In the eye of the beholder

And gentleness comes

As we all grow older.

Where you can laugh

And your eyes can gleam

And you need not worry

About foreign things.

Someday I'll find

My "tomorrow" place

And rest myself there

Where I can be safe.

Often to find

More tender care

And I wouldn't leave

My "tomorrow" anywhere.

I'll keep on looking

To find "tomorrow's" sign

That tells me it's alright

That there I'll be fine.

Peace comes from within

The saying's not new

And when I find "tomorrow"

I'll know that it is true.

This poem was written by Robert H. Reilly, Jr. Robert was initially a patient of mine, who, when we got past the "patient roll" crap became a very good friend. Robert had Muscular Dystropy and needed a ventilator to breathe. He was an amazing man who knew all the lyrics and names of the artists who had recorded in the last 20 years but poetry was his "thing". Even though his hands were terribly twisted he always managed to find someone to put a pencil between his fingers in order to write. Robert is gone now but his poems live on for the world to read and his antics still bring a chuckle to my lips. Adios my friend. If you would like to read more of Robert's poems email me and I will put some more up.

The Girl Who's Lost Inside My Mind

By Robert H. Reilly, Jr. copyright 8/11/92

I'm searching for a girl that I may never find

I'm looking for the girl who's lost inside my mind

In the mirrors of my dreams sometimes I'll see

Her and all she reflects.

And when I awake if I have been with her I feel

So alone, whenever we're together it's worse

Than being by myself.

So to make myself feel better and to help me

To remember, I'll just paint a portrait of

Her from deep inside my heart.

For me when we are apart

Every color an emotion, the brush will be

My LOVE

I will be putting down each stroke upon

The canvass of my soul.

And so now you realize

Only I can recognize the girl who's

Lost inside my mind when I gaze into her eyes.

Then my heart sighs there she is at last

My heart no longer cries!

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