Carolyn Thorsen Port Ludlow, Washington

I write about life, with its good, bad, happiness, sadness, joy, despair, love, and hate. I have been married for 28 years. We do not have any children. We do have three dogs and one cat. My identical twin sister works with me in my beauty shop. I love children, small fuzzy creatures, sunny days, flowers in bloom and life. May we never run out of words to describe our ever changing world.

I Look I look to the water and see my dreams wash away. I look to the sky and wonder why they won't stay. I look to my heart and it is broken into. I look at you and wonder what it is you want to do. Your love is gone, what will happen to me? I'll take comfort under a willow tree. I look to my soul and feel empty inside. I look down and know you lied. I look into the darkness and whisper a prayer. Nobody is looking, not even the stars will stare. I look to the flowers to find the beauty in living. And pray my heart is forgiving. Your love is gone, what will happen to me? I'll take comfort under a willow tree.

God's Little Angel (Dedicated to Roxann Dahl ) The news was shocking and bad, my heart was heavy and sad. The man took her life without remorse, with violence and force. Tried reaching for a star, just found it too far. The baby was only seven, she is now in heaven. She's not traveling solo, God has her hand, together they will walk the Holy Land. Rain keeps falling, then realize it's our tears, Pray the Dear Lord has taken away her fears. We lay flowers of pink on her resting place, hope she will now lay safe. Hope we never forget the little girl, she was a wondrous hope for all the world! May you rock in God's cradle, when spring comes you will be his little angel.

If You Continue If you continue, you will loose the sun, no longer will life have any fun. Only unhappiness will last, the only sound you will hear is your heart beating to fast. When you look up, you will see the blue fall from the sky, your life is nothing more than a lie. If you continue, you will not see the flowers in bloom, all the days ahead will be an endless doom. You will not hear the birds sing, you won't even hear a precious bell ring If you continue, your mind will be lost in the wind and your body will be lost in a world of sin. All your days will run into one, every- thing in your life will be left undone. You will only be wondering in endless time, sweet little girl of mine. If you continue

All poems Copyright © 1997 Carolyn Thorsen. All rights reserved.