http://slow.writerscafe.org/Anais The original writings of author Teresa B en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776254096 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My Thanksgiving Love in abundanceFew Close friends , sweet , loyal and  dearWhen my heart is  heavy laden ,  true  loving and caring is always near. I miss some days.... grieve for others. Create new memories and miss, oh how I miss my mother. My children as grownu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anais/687338/ I've just finished reading two notes by 2 incredibly different and wonderful women describing completely different , difficult issues.........and still they are smiling and giving to others which is what this world is all about..Life is what we always make of it when our feet hit the floor every day.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anais/687336/ You were my dangermy angermy longing.You were my shelter from all that was good. from all that was my past .With you - I did not fear. I longed for hurt and I craved the thorns............I found shelter in your steel blue eyes.....comfort in your long straggly beautiful hair.Your tongue sought.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anais/687326/ To you I give myself-completely.Nothing shall I withholdTo you alone, will I give all- my longings, my soul.I am but a shadow of what you think you see-look deep within my eyes-to see the truth of me.Take my hands to feel , electricity unknown.Unkown for any other- a touch for yours alone.I feel the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anais/687323/  Friend of her life, lover of her soul.In his arms she is special- he completes her , makes her feel whole.Friend of her life, lover of her soul.A lover in the darkness,a friend by the lightThey oft face struggles in the valley of the nightLover in the darkness, friends by the light.F.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anais/687318/ I could never lose the memory of dreams that could not be.I will never lose the images of fantasies I used to set me free.Memories become teachersto show what we refuse to face.Some dreams,fantasies are the wrong timeat the wrong place.Live dreams become the past and gifts for rainy d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anais/687301/ In the corners of my hearton the pages of my memory.I've softly tucked away one there I handle it carefully, gently.A page I've lined with tenderness-embroidered with silver threads.A moment in my life held so dearly-stained with laughter and tears bitterly shed.I cannot tear it out-nor can I b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anais/687298/ I had a huge crush on my sister's friends brother. Sandy. I was 9 -he was 12. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anais/687292/ I have memorized every flame and flicker  of the candlelight-as it grazes over your body.I have come to know your body as a young girl....  memorizes and revel's in her favorite fairy tale.I am desperate for the story once again......as a little girl might craveDon't leave out &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anais/687287/ I am frightened of the mirror that gazes into my soul.It reveals all of of my heartaches-ones I bury way down low.It reveals all of the memories that linger in my mind.The unpleasant, the dark. The hurting kind.Reflecting my fears that I long to forget.They who made me cry so much -ones I hoped I ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anais/687282/ If we feel not sorrow perhaps we are not living.If our hearts feel no pain -have we known true giving?When I give from within I open the depths of my soul.I give beyond measuring -unspeakabledepths not to grasp or even hold.One can give and not liveYet can one live and not give?Giving of o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anais/687279/ Times of refreshing: a new year ahead-...times of reflecting- love the living .I mourn the dead. Times of recalling the good times, the bad. Joy brought us the laughter.Our separation and tears revealed the sad.Kisses and hugs-hands held so very tight.Loved ones held dearly,remembered in t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anais/687276/  Teddy , A teddy bear with a painted smile-he never turns away.You can hug him, kiss him, hit him, he never goes away.He listens when you want to talk, catches all of  your tears.He's there when you need to share a laugh-he listens to every single fear.Yet teddy cant tell me that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anais/685069/ A moment- I do not welcomeyet learn to embrace.Brand new beginnings...my life hasa new face.And yet I hold close memories I cannotpush aside,I must press forward walking no running! I cannot hide.Change -are you my teacher?With a subtly guided hand to scoop meup from where I fall ?Is it you? 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