http://slow.writerscafe.org/keturahdedan The original writings of author Tabitha Dings en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021402 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My husband Harold wrote me this poem and sent it to me in the mail, here it is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keturahdedan/567801/ To my darling husband. We miss you more than anything and wish you were here. We are so proud of you for your decisions to do what's right. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keturahdedan/565396/ Sometimes things happen that are just too painful. And they need to be expressed in writing. I feel it relieves a lot of the sorrow and utter agony within. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keturahdedan/565394/ He says it's not a problem 7You can fix it with a smile 7He has no clue the sorrow 7That's living deep within me 7(Unfinished!!!! Lol) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keturahdedan/491638/ Harold, thank you my love. I'll miss you so much. God will honor your decision to do the right thing. You are a strong man. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keturahdedan/491141/ To my father, a fellow poet. He is famous in my family for writing poems on birthdays and Christmas. So Dad, here's one for you from me. Love you! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keturahdedan/490756/   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Sands of precious time    Shifting and slipping between my toes        Not one grain remaining in one place  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~        In con.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keturahdedan/490753/ For My Sister on Christmas http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keturahdedan/490583/ This is like a few of my other poems in that it has not meter. It is just an compilation of thoughts and words from the heart. A result of the gratitude filling my soul. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keturahdedan/469906/ Hiding from the violenceFleeing the graphic goreThe pain of losing familyAlmost too much to bearNothing can make me turn backA better life I seekHard work is the only wayTo give my son a future.Abandoned by a trouble husbandHe ran from his problems tooBut threw us into dangerSo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keturahdedan/453975/ This is what a boy's daddy is for Wrestling on the living room floorTaking him on four wheelersTeaching him how to fishTelling him "Good job in class"Teaching his son how to tie his tieTeaching him how to treat a womanShowing him it's not "okay" to fight.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keturahdedan/416385/ Dedicated to a beautiful and wonderful woman, Sharon Sherman, my mother. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keturahdedan/408818/ The earth is damnedNo one is goodEvil reigns high and mercy is lostDestruction begets destruction No peace for humanity.The sky growls it's angerIt's sorrow hails down upon the ground Those in it's wake suffer greatly.Only few escape the destructionPowerful thrusts of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keturahdedan/405962/ Heh, found crazy hair on my neck. So I wrote a poem about it. Then I killed it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keturahdedan/405942/ One little laughOne little "Mommy"One little smileOne little cuddle. His eyes are brightHe does what he canTo help his momHe's always cheerful When it's dark outHarold shows no fearHe says "Outside!"Drags me to the door At dinner time.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keturahdedan/405765/ This is not meant to tick anyone off. It's just something that really got to me emotionally and I wanted to express it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keturahdedan/405713/ Chapter 1Part 1Cairo"Well, it doesn't matter now; whatever will happen, will happen." ~Esther JonesThe light spilled in through a somewhat large gap in the window shutters, illuminating the small stone room.  It moved slowly across the sandstone floor towards a small bed in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keturahdedan/302474/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keturahdedan/302472/ A white dressI never woreA toast of champaigneNever rang Organ tunesWe never heardheralding our loveNor writ vows But there's thisWe did have loveWe did announce itBefore God RepeatedThe vows well knownBut is it lessened?I say "No!".. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keturahdedan/301798/ Dark eyes, greenperfect brows, thickneck strong, shoulders broadHis skin tanned but taught Hands callusedRough with hard worklips smooth, unwrinkledarms hard marked with scars He's breathingSlow, rythmic, calmSleeping now, relaxedHow precious, perfect Hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keturahdedan/301044/ A small silver bandCircular and brilliantThe word:"Forgiven"Etched deep in the metal Its meaning I knowThe word is on my heartThe word:"Forgiven"Etched deep within my soul This little trinketSo unnoticeableThis ringForgottenI've betrayed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keturahdedan/300515/ Another one devoted to my husband, Harold. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keturahdedan/300508/ Song birds calling as I go    Onward to the seaThinking of Christ's sacrifice    This feeling inside me It says, "Oh Heart,    This love how can it be?" (Chorus)    It burns so deep.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keturahdedan/290887/ Obviously this is not about summoning an actual demon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keturahdedan/290870/ This is a very old poem, written when I was going through some difficult situations. I wasn't relying on God, but I think it shows a lot of the darkness one can hold within them if they rely on their own strength to get through painful situations. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keturahdedan/285995/ Dedicated to my husband Harold. Your family misses you darling. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keturahdedan/285992/ Ever been bothered by a mosquito? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keturahdedan/285952/ Just a little poem about my inner struggles and those I love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keturahdedan/285747/