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About meI am a writer. I've had 3 novels and 2 memoirs published, as well as a young adult novel. I'm a former high school English teacher. I'm a parent. I was widowed in 2003. I was married again in 2005. I'm a dog owner. I am bitter and snarky on the outside, soft and gooey on the inside.
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-coolmama (library thing profile)
posted by coolmama at 8:43 pm (EST) on Sep 9, 2009
- Mary Dow Brine (1816-1913)
The woman was old and ragged and gray
And bent with the chill of the Winter's day.
The street was wet with a recent snow
And the woman's feet were aged and slow.
She stood at the crossing and waited long,
Alone, uncared for, amid the throng
Of human beings who passed her by
Nor heeded the glance of her anxious eyes.
Down the street, with laughter and shout,
Glad in the freedom of "school let out,"
Came the boys like a flock of sheep,
Hailing the snow piled white and deep.
Past the woman so old and gray
Hastened the children on their way.
Nor offered a helping hand to her -
So meek, so timid, afraid to stir
Lest the carriage wheels or the horses' feet
Should crowd her down in the slippery street.
At last came one of the merry troop,
The gayest laddie of all the group;
He paused beside her and whispered low,
"I'll help you cross, if you wish to go."
Her aged hand on his strong young arm
She placed, and so, without hurt or harm,
He guided the trembling feet along,
Proud that his own were firm and strong.
Then back again to his friends he went,
His young heart happy and well content.
"She's somebody's mother, boys, you know,
For all she's aged and poor and slow,
"And I hope some fellow will lend a hand
To help my mother, you understand,
"If ever she's poor and old and gray,
When her own dear boy is far away."
And "somebody's mother" bowed low her head
In her home that night, and the prayer she said
Was "God be kind to the noble boy,
Who is somebody's son, and pride and joy!"
posted by theoldman at 12:22 pm (EST) on May 13, 2009
posted by garfieldgurl3 at 3:21 am (EST) on Mar 4, 2008
I still re-read it and it is the most wonderful, honest book I have found dealing with bc. It also helped me to understand some of what my husband had/has to go through and that really helps me. Please keep writing!
posted by PhantomMidge at 10:45 pm (EST) on Jan 6, 2008
posted by superblondgirl at 10:46 pm (EST) on Aug 25, 2007
this is me assuming your writing is autobiographical because...how the FUCK does one write so TRUE about things that happen in everyday life...how do you (one) hit the emotional nail on the head when it comes to relationships, micromoments of life that play out photographically in your novel, and the internal...? how does he do it.....?
well regardless..you do it and you do it thoroughly.....i have not felt this attached to a book in a long while....
a thousand times thank you
posted by fairbrook at 8:14 am (EST) on Jul 7, 2007
just wanted to say thank you....
posted by fairbrook at 6:40 pm (EST) on Jul 4, 2007