Deborah M. Vanderwood

Colorado Springs, Colorado, USA

I have been writing poetry now for four years. I just got my Associates degree in Journalism. Prior I was a teachers aide. Later while I was working at Peterson Air Force Base Commisaary, I went to school for Dental Assistant in radiology and Surgery. After an unfortunate accident at work, I became disabled. But I did not let that stop me, I continued my education and got my degree in Journalism. Then I decided to write a poem and much to my surprise have completed one collection of poetry entitled, As Seasons Change, As we. My poetry has been in local newspapers, the National Library of Poetry, Mile High Poetry Society, Sparrowgrass Poetry Forum, and Famous Poets Society. I also have three children, Brandy, Alan Christopher. Daughter in law Kimberley, and Son in law Stephan, and three grandchildren, Dekyse, Preea, Dylan. I have been nominated as poet of the years 1995, 1996, 1997. I have won thirteen editors choice awards, and international poet of merit award, which I am all very proud of. Now as a writer and author I enjoy myself, my writings, my children and grandchildren. My journey thru life has been a grand adventure. My writings, my personal emotions, every stem of my life based on my own mistakes and experiences.


As Seasons Change As We

To everything there is a season,
A time of gladness, grief and cheer,
Smiles of laughter, sadness of tears,
For every sunset there's a sunrise,
There is no rainbow without the rain,
No summer time without the spring,
Golden days and frosty nights,
Icy winds thoughout the days,
With winters newly fallen snows,
Whose years are like the seasons,
Let the future hold no doubt,
There'll come a change of scene,
With rain bound skies of hope and love,
I have seen your different faces,
Life is like the changing seasons,
Upward always climb,
As the seasons change as we.

Quarter Of Two

I love him so I can't let go
How do I learn to grow alone
I leaned on you for so very long
The tears cried are for you alone
How do I take that first big step
Hoping we could be once more.
Destroying a love that was strong
Why couldn't you listen or hear my words?
I'm angry with you my words were true!
My love for you is breaking into.
The emptiness I feel longs for you near
Letting you go is the hardest thing.
So when will the hurting be ever gone?
My nights are cold when you're not around.
The vase is empty, no flowers to fill
The music is on, my love song is gone
Glasses are empty, no wine to fill
All dressed up and nowhere to go.
My love song is on, my arms are not filled
Got to stop thinking while I'm in bed.
Telling myself I need to sleep
Only to wake and still half asleep.
No box of chocolates, or sugar, or sweets
My last card said, I'm so in love with you!
My eyes are mine, and you're alone
My lips don't feel the warmth of years.
Waiting to hear you whisper my name
It's two o'clock, and I'm still awake
I sit and wait for your knock at the door,
Or maybe my phone will ring out your name.
The moon is full and I'm all alone
One day you'll wake up and find you were wrong!
Asked me to dance, I said I'd love to
One last dance at the Quarter of Two!

Bless Their Little...

Bless their little Eyes for with them they see your love!
Bless their little Ears for with them they hear and learn!
Bless their little Mouths for with them their smiles brings us sunshine!
Bless their little Face for with them their innocence give us hope!
Bless their little Hands for with them they reach out to you!
Bless their little Feet for with them they lead us along the way!
Bless their little Minds for with them Knowledge is the key!
Bless their little Hearts for with them they give you love!
Bless their little Souls for with them God leads them home!
Bless their little Spirits for with them we fight to live!
Bless their little Faith for when they grow it will be great!

All poems Copyright © 1997 Deborah M. Vanderwood. All rights reserved.