Jewell CastroGranby, Ma. |
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I have been writing for many years. I retired in 1987 from Granby Public Schools Special Education Department. I am a gardener, a quilter, a poet who tells of God's beauty around me, my family and friends. I have received many awards from the former World Of Poetry, twice nominated for Poet of the Year by The International Society of Poetry, Lifetime charter member of ISP. I was recently elected to the International Poetry Hall of Fame. I have been published in many local papers, many anthologies by WOP and the National Library of Poetry. I have 5 children, 2 grandchildren, and I am a 70-year old widow. |
Forever, My LoveAs I sit here, alone in my sadness, I amwondering how I'll live without you when I feel so lost and empty inside I know that never again will I hold you in my arms but I will never be able to tear you from my heart It will be your face I see on the pages of the book I am reading your voice I hear in a rustling wind your arms I long for in the empty bed where I will sleep, forever alone Don't be mad if I keep you within my empty heart, for all time Listen for the voice in the wind It is mine, whispering my love to you You are now and will be my love of yesterday, today and forever, my love |
In Your Small CornerTo look on and not offer assistanceto one who needs is to stand in the shadows of truth To listen and spread the gossip of loose tongues is to salt the open wounds of pain To grasp and hold onto unfeeling material substances is to lose the value of caring To turn deaf ears to a child's plea for identity is to stifle creativity, individuality To miss the beauty of life and living is to hide in a shadowy cocoon, alone To miss the joy of a child with grandparents is to read a good book, only to find someone has torn away the final chapter Live every day to its fullest Take pride in whatever you do Make your small corner unforgettable Because it once belonged to you |
Weep Not For Things UndoneIf this be the twilight of my lifelet not this time pass in vain I avow to bring joy to others to offer a helping hand to those who reach out to me I will walk amidst the beauty of my flowers hold to my heart those dearest to me I will try to share my joy of life and living with all whom I meet I will remember the children who touched my life and enriched my existence with treasures more precious than gold I will live every day to its fullest reap memories that will live forever and I will not weep for things left undone |