Nancy Quinlan-Westerman

Plymouth, MA, USA

I have been a Certified Nurse's Aid and Phlebotomist for over twelve years. I am married and have three children. For activities and enjoyment I like camping, swimming, dancing, comedy and especially oil painting. I guess I need to add poetry to this list! Although I have never received credits for my art work, I am proud to say three of my drawings were used on covers for major publications. As a poet, I am just starting and I am honored for being inducted into The International Poetry Hall of Fame. Over the years I have written stories that I keep in a personal journal which has been my inspiration to write poetry.

A Big Star

The morning star,
As bright as can be.
I sit upon my chaise lounge chair, and dream
about what I do see,
The ocean is calm today, the reflection of that
Big star, ripples across the water,
of what I wonder so very far.
The birds are chirping on this calm morn,
Watching them fly and build their nest, makes
Me wonder, do they get any rest?
As the sun continues to rise,
I am amazed of it's wonderful size, a big star,
The beauty of the morning sun,
Will never be forgotten,
As this reflection lights up the ocean,
I cannot describe to you, it may be fun.
These tranquil moments, I just adore.
For the morning sun could never be a bore.
This big star as I once said before,
Can only make you think , just once more . . .

Moonlit Nights

The sandy beach is best at night,
When the moon is lit and everything bright.
Just like the morning sun, the reflection on a
Dark summer's night.
Will always bring everything to light.
The old man on the moon, as it shines upon a dune.
The breeze so soft, just look, you just might
see the shadow of a beautiful loon.
Flying across the air, skimming across the ocean's
top as if it has no wings and just glides like
the motion of a mop.
When the moon is lit, and everything so bright.
Watch the ocean, it's such a beautiful sight.
The beach grass sways from left to right,
As the moon shines upon this wonderful night . . .

A Registered Sex Offender

Chester, Chester the child molester,
I'd like to hurt him in his hollow chest.
Chester, Chester you child molester,
When I was little he grabbed my breast.
Chester, Chester, you know who you are,
Chester, Chester, you're not going to get very far.
Chester, Chester you child molester,
What will you do when the inmates get you?
Chester, Chester you child molester,
Seeing you go to jail will be such a dream.
There, everyone will hear your painful scream.
Chester, Chester I'll see you in a different type of jail,
Where they won't let you out, no matter how much the bail!
Chester, Chester, you know who you are.
Your day is coming, it's not very far.
Chester, Chester the child molester,
Always Remember, you are nothing but a,
"Registered Sex Offender."
Chester, Chester, you never would have bet,
that I did indeed, put it on the net! . . .

P.T.S.D. "The Other Side"

As a wife of a Vietnam Veteran,
and the mother of three,
You can never understand,
of how it can be.
The suffering inside, the emotional stress,
It's a thing called "P.T.S.D."
Being one on "the other side,"
Isn't always what everyone sees.
The traumatization and the trauma that has incurred,
Will never go away or never be ignored.
For all you Veterans, wives and families,
You too, are on "the other side,"
It isn't easy, I know that for sure,
But if we all stick together,
We might be able to open the door.
Thirty years later and three purple hearts,
We will never understand why they were taken apart.
You, our veterans whom are suffering inside,
always remember, your family and wives.
We too, are on "the other side."