My Little Baby


I sit here looking through old photos, toys, and memories.

I look at you as you grew, and I think,

Where did my baby go?

My little girl, so grown up with a mind of her own.

I miss the days of snuggles and rocking you to sleep. 

I miss your giggles and your nonsense words.

I can’t stop you from growing, 

and I can’t stop you from getting hurt,

but mommy will be here no matter what.

Loving you and snuggling you,

just like I did when you were my little baby. 

You will always be my little baby girl.

42 Years Old


Today is my birthday. I am 42 years old. 42 is an odd age for me. My mother died when she was 42. So remember tomorrow is not a guarantee. Live life as if it’s your last day. God said the greatest commandment is love. Don’t forget that!

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Ramblings of the Mind, is a collection of art, poems, and thoughts. Many of my poems might be dark and depressing, but writing is how I cope with things life throws at us. When I’m frustrated, hurt, and sad, I write. It helps me cope with my feeling though not every poem will fit this description most of them.

Ghost of a Life that is Not Mine

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What have I done wrong,

To keep me from your mind?

Forgotten and left aside,

A memory of one who came before.



A ghost of a life that was not mine.

A memory of one who shares my face.

Lost in an endless tide, reaching but never touching.



Summers in the sun, the surf at our feet.

Summers in the sand, drawing, and laughing.

Summers on the street, bikes and games and more.



A ghost of a life that was not mine.

A memory of one who shares my face.

Lost in an endless tide, reaching but never touching.



My childhood lost in a daze

My Innocence long since forgotten

My memories fade away.



A ghost of a life that was not mine

A memory of one who shares my face.

Lost in an endless tide, reaching but never touching.





Easter is here!  Easter is my favorite holiday.  I love it for many different reasons.  I love that it is not as commercialized as Christmas.  I love the Easter Bunny, jellybeans, and going to church with my family.  I love that the Devil was defeated and Jesus rose from the grave.  I love that he gave his life for my family and me. 
When I was little Easter was going to church with my dad.  Easter was the only time my dad went to church.  I loved sitting in church with my whole family.  I felt so proud.  Now I know that many of you are thinking.  Why didn’t my dad go to church with us all of the time?  I am not going to defend him but he had to get up at 4:30 in the morning everyday for work.  So I am sure that he did not want to get up early on Sunday.
We had a small apartment, so there were only a few places where you can hide eggs.  I was always amazed that my dad knew exactly where the Easter Bunny hide all of the eggs.  Usually that Saturday night I would look outside to try to see if I could see the Easter Bunny.  My mom would tell me the same thing that she told me when I was up waiting for Santa.  That he would not come until I was sleeping.  One time she told me that he saw him because he saw his ears coming over the apartments across the street.  So I thought that the Easter Bunny was like 40 feet tall.  I pictured this giant bunny hoping threw the streets.  How could he fit in the door?

I remember everything that I am grateful for and everything that God has given me.  I have a wonderful husband, and two beautiful kids.  Anything else that comes my way I can handle because I know that God is with me and that Jesus loved me so much that he died for me.  He died for my husband and my kids, and everyone else in the world.  How amazing is that!