http://slow.writerscafe.org/forrestc The original writings of author forrestcook en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776027323 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Memory of lost love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/671401/ Grieving and loss http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/655574/ In memory of Clyde Charles Overson, Jr., who died in WWII http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/629625/ Honoring those veterans who suffer from PTSD. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/629623/ Honoring Vietnam Vets http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/629620/ Christmas http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/629226/ Thanksgiving blessings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/629224/ Grieving http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/629223/ When someone who is supposed to love you hurts you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/617712/ Grieving for lost love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/610521/ Expressions of love for lost child http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/610297/ 09-11 Tribute http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/601189/   Two friends were walking life’s road,but each saw with different eyes;one only looked to the ground,while the other looked up to the skies.As life traveled by them each day,the friends shared what they had seen.The first talked of flowers and earth,and how the grass was so gre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/589712/ Grieving http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/578665/ Prayer for someone grieving http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/576097/ FOR A MOMENT   I have never lost a child, so Ican only imagine the pain a motherwould feel....This is dedicated tomy friends who lost their son...May God heal your hearts and may memories bring you smiles again...and may your moments of pain ease.I laughed today, such a simple thing,a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/574342/ Military wife at Christmas http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/573922/ Christmas story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/573917/ Reflections of life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/571828/ PLEASE GIVE ME COMFORT   Before the Prophet Joseph Smith and his brother Hyrumwere martyred at Carthage Jail, he requested a song be sungby John Taylor 'A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief,' a song dealing with  the Savior, which had been popular in Nauvoo. Joseph Smith [founder of The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/571755/ Life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/571754/ Friendship http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/571753/ Tongue-in-cheek humor http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/571750/ Patriotic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/571746/ Inspiration http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/566477/ Life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/566391/ Inspirational http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/566388/    I'm sitting her thinking about thetimes I was living in the White Mountainsof Arizona and wishing I could move'off the mountain'. And now I wouldgive anything to go back...However, I also realize how blessed I amto have found the wonderful manI am married to...and that byc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/558995/ Furrows lay plowed, so straight and even,each seed planted deep in the soil.Springtime awakens the sleeping earth,and mankind now comes out to toil.Soon we will see the tender growthof new plants bursting into the light.Birds that flew South in the autumn,will once again come into sight.Tree.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/558994/   She said “I’ll never forgive that manfor the hurt he has put me through.He took away all I had lived for,and he broke my heart in two.”And so in life’s journey she carried,the hate that became her cross.She hid behind her sorrow’s mask,only thinking abo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/558991/ My grandmother and my motherboth loved to be in the garden.My grandmother had the mostbeautiful rose bush by her front porchand every year it put out luscious flowers.Both my mom and grandmother arein heaven, so this is for them.Your roses began to bloom todayand I thought I could see you there.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/555587/ Grieving and loss http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/550836/ Mother's Day http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/546832/ Missing my mom http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/546433/ Funny http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/541056/ Grieving and Loss http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/540133/ Grieving and Loss http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/540037/ I put on the music that takes me backto the time when I was still young.I close my eyes and sway gently,as the singer sings her sad song.And all the old memories reappear,they dance as the music is played.Oh to be back there one more time;the song ends and the memory fades.I try to recapture the fee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/539948/ Political opinion http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/539290/   The pages of time,the sand in the glass,the seasons of change,the youth that is passed.The children now grownhave all moved away;I am left standingremembering those days....when babies were crying,toys littered the floor,and I couldn't waitto head out the door.Why can't I go backand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forrestc/536847/