http://slow.writerscafe.org/CDMontgomery The original writings of author Carrie Montgomery en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984246 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The sun is on my backyou are on my mindreasons not to be with youare getting harder to findyou’ve been in my heart nowfor so many yearsfinally saying "I love you"brings me to tearsyou make me feel specialyou make me feel alivebut the love we sharewe’d alwa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/389317/ for my cousin, Dawn, on the anniversary of her brother's death...we all miss you Johnny! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/386725/  as the music begins to playhe draws me near and we begin to swayhis arms around me, his eyes closed, he has no cluehe doesn't know  that I'm dancing with youhis lips gentle upon my earwhispering of love, but I can't hearhe tells me he loves me and I know that it's truebut .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/385119/ I have grown weary of life with youfor you have become cold and indifferentI look at your once beloved and familiar faceand wonder who you are- such a stranger you have become!I no longer feel the warmth of your loveit has become as cold as ashesall-consuming has turned into suffocating.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/384806/   a thorn in my side the balm for the woundan addictionan affliction:of my mind, body, and soulsinful, yet puresometimes torturesometimes solace...I love you still http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/381792/ for my very first love...hope you found a better place!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/381562/ when dreams have all fadedand your heart becomes jadedwhen your tears have been cried and you know love's a lie-then you know what you knowand it's time to let go when your heart begins breaking'cause it's not love you're makingwhen you dread things that were once so sweetan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/335587/ just trying to describe the feelings, the heaviness, of the down-cycle of BiPolar Disorder http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/334518/ delicate jewelsay good bye living rainbowgossamer wings against blue http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/321367/ You, Love, are so much like the stars-So very distant, So untouchable.Yet, so bright and beautiful,I have to try to reach you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/310084/ another day filled with thoughts of Johnny http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/310082/ I am thankful for...Animals and Art and Aunts. Babies Butterflies Books and Baths. Courage Cats Candles and Contentment. Ducks and Dandelions Dads and "Dudda". Evening time, Evergreens,Extras, and Elephants. Flowers and Family, Fall, Fireflies and Fairytales. God and Green Ey.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/310081/ I remember and will never forget...those summer nights in your Oldsmobile with the music so loud we couldn't talk and the wind ripping my breath away. Playing pool and you changing the rules as we went , making it impossible for me to win. I remember and will never forget...the laughter and te.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/310079/ for Ms Aliene Tucker, friend and neighbor...who left us all with loving memories to see us through until we go home too. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/302662/ ~ looking at Kristofer... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/253333/ ~for my Dear Friend, Sandra, maybe you'll finally find some peace. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/252085/ ~for the "Confessionalist's Contest" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/247900/ ~ for my brother...perhaps you will finally be happy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/246875/ for my step-father...I wish you would free yourself! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/246874/ 9-18-07 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/246427/ ~ from a journal I kept when my 13 yr old was a baby. Just felt like sharing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/246426/ yes...another one for Johnny http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/244134/  The story of the Alamo is quite a taleforever etched in our mindswith 189 heroes that were brutally left behindWilliam Barret Travis, he was the first to fallhe gave his twenty six years of life, defending that North wallJames Bowie was down when he bledlaying with pneumonia on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/243512/ written to my family, on the day I tried to commit suicide. Ten years ago. BiPolar disorder is dangerous when not treated. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/241782/ for our little doggie...she's a part of the family. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/241779/   tiny handprints on every surfacetoys, books, and teddy bears all in surpluscute little jeans and little man socksplaythings everywhere except the toy box peek-a-boo and chase the ballcrayon scribbles on the wall trails of crumbs from his lunchmilk and juic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/241183/ ~for my dear friend, Sandra... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/237480/ "verbal abuse- the wounds are invisible, but the scars aren't" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/236771/   walls of gayrobin’s egg bluerocking chairof darker huechubby booksfor his reading pleasuretrunk full of thingsonly babies would treasurea soft, tan ruglies on the flooran ABC‘s posterhung on the doorturtles, beesFrogs, and ducksmatch box cars.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/229077/ ...just a few thoughts after a conversation with my son last night. His poor face so full of anguish and fear. All those tears. What's a mother to do?!? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/228975/ to a family member... you are headed down the wrong path! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/228008/     Sometimesmy days are hectic -a hazy,spinningdizzinessI am drainedfrom the hustle & bustleof crazy- household businessI get used upand bruised upfrom running here and theresometimesthere’s not even timeto be self-awarechasing t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/225893/  empty arms achetender hearts breakthey hold their breaththoughts of deathdesperate searches"did we deserve this?"tear drops fallwait for "THE" callpray for God’s willlife stands still...When children are missing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/219467/ Breatheinouttry to remain calmBlinkcloseopentry not to stareFocusthink "here"think "now"don't think about thenStophold steadyhold tightdon't let him see painSmilesay "hi"say ANYTHINGDon't you DARE freeze upTakeit inall of it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/219194/ for my step-father...on his Birthday! Inspired by the song performed by Holly Dunn: "Daddy's Hands" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/219097/  Oh, how the years go bytime certainly does flyeven though you are grownmy love for you goes on and onThe very presence of youwarms my heart and soulour time together makes me wholeyou’ve grown up so very fastI ‘ve tried to make each moment lastmy little boy is&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/217277/ ~ for my brother, Damon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/217274/ It was 7:00 in the morning Daddy called to tell me that my Johnny was dead I couldn't believe the words he was saying I wanted them to be un-true I fell to my knees and tried praying- but, crying was all I could do I felt numb and heavy of mind my lips could form no words I wanted .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/217251/ Momma. A small word. Only five letters. But it affects me so deeply that I almost ache with the weight of it. This word invokes memories so strong that they can almost be touched, smelled, heard. Memories of a childhood filled with reminders of my Momma. My Momma had hands I will never forget. The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/212269/ another one for my beloved Johnny..as always he weighs heavy on my mind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/212267/ for Lorrie...maybe someday http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/212265/ You say these are simple tasksAnd don't seem too much to ask.You want:A shirt that's not wrinkledSheets powder-sprinkledA meal that's hotTea that's notEvery day lovin'And bread from the oven.Kind words from my mouthA clean place on the couchBooks for grown-ups, not for babies.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/212262/ The gray truck floated in behind her like a ghost on the morning mist. She'd just checked her rear-view mirror seconds ago, and it hadn't been there. The blasted rain made it hard to tell if she knew the driver or not. She felt a twinge of apprehension in her chest. The truck seemed like it had pick.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/212260/ The moon was full that night,shining down on usreflecting like jewels in our sweatcool grass crushed under hot skinyour body against minethat moon looking down-I wonder, was it jealous?I wonder how we must have looked?we outshined that jealous moonNow, it is I who am jealous.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/212258/ Untitled- need suggestions!I took up with the boy first. I knew if I could win his heart, I would win Hers. She smelled of strong spirit, power, and kindness, with just a bit of stubborn cleanliness mingled in. The Boy was endearing. He was scented with kindness, playfulness, mischief, and adventu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/212254/ She had been a fool. She had befriended people that deep in her heart she knew she shouldn't have. She hadn't even really known them , and she had let them into their lives without a thought.She supposed the loneliness had just blinded her to the danger. She didn't have time to let her mind wander.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/212249/ I curse you , scales, and the way you lie-There's NO WAY I am one-six-five!I've walked and walked and starved myself,there are no cookies on my shelf.I don't eat cakes, fats, or pies.I don't eat candy, carbs, or fries.I drink water and count caloriesI exercise 'till I can't breathe!I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/212246/ ~ funny~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/212243/ Carries me to and froLike the Ocean's ebb and flow.Picks me up and lays me downmakes me a peasant, hands me a crown.Shakes me up and smoothes me outmakes me cry and makes me shout.Empties me then fills me upCurses me and brings me luck.Sometimes from Hell then God aboveOne day a li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/212241/ you come in, slam the doorstomp around on the floorslam the microwave really loudmake enough noise for a crowdtalk in a voice that's boom- boomingmotor-mouth just vroom -vroom- vroomingirritating me to the core-"Is the baby asleep?"not any more! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CDMontgomery/212239/