Dazed and Confused's blog: "Jackie's poetry"

I am probably the only person in the world who will understand this one....was written for Chris' boss Greg. Lukewarm, that's what I was. His laughing eyes, his dimples. I stared With interested, yet Uninterested orbs. I was not cold, yet I was not hot. The storm raged violently, Both inside and out. I stared at him with Cold, angry eyes. Envious, possessive, he was that and more. We were cold. Hot, that's what he is. Just like a day in July. The boiling point was reached, passion was ignited. Walking Without shoes, he was HOT!!

This was written by a friend of our..Yvonne for her little brother Tim. You were once so small with a sweet little smile. But, of course, that only lasted awhile. Now you're getting up and around, Just like a toy that can't be unwound. Sometimes I wish for that cute little boy Who used to hang on to his favorite toy. But I can see you're just as cute, Running around in that cowboy suit.

One a bud, no fairer a love did grow. In Spring I saw it blooming in the morn. Hither strong winds and light breezes did blow, yet, the bud did bloom; a flower was born. The fall never daunted the vibrant love; It grew, as the flower, with the morning dew. The flower soon turned to the sun above. Like an ocean so true, the sky, so blue. Upon a lovely pink colored flower With an air of gloom, surrounded by gloom, Which, alas, wilted away hour by hour, I found the ultimate of winter's doom. How sad a woe, a heavy grace I bear, In the lose of a love that's deemed so fair. She wrote this on September 23, 1986. It appears she may have submitted this to a poetry contest or magazine.

This letter is short But its feeling is strong. There is bitterness in my hand; These words to it belong. How could I love you? Why did I care? I should have known you wouldn't always be there. I gave so much of me to you, and I hoped for something in return. I feel as though my heart was on fire and you just watched it burn. I want to tell you how I feel; how I feel way deep within, But words can't express the hurt I feel: I'll never be the same again. Written July 21, 1986

This was written around March 22, 1988 for her nephew Cory. This was 2 and a half months before her death. Dream little baby Dream for you Make no mistake I'll be dreaming too. Dream little baby Dream for two Make no mistake I will dream with you Dream little baby Let your dreams come true Make no mistake I will be true too!