<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/xsl/rss2html.xsl" type="text/xsl" media="screen"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/scripts/wpcss/wiki/susannaspoems/skin/playful/rss" type="text/css" media="screen"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><channel><title>Susanna's life poems - Recently Updated Pages</title><link>http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/pageSearch/updated</link><description>Recently Updated Pages on http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com</description><language>en-us</language><webMaster>info@wetpaint.com</webMaster><pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2008 12:27:25 CST</pubDate><lastBuildDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2008 12:27:25 CST</lastBuildDate><generator>wetpaint.com</generator><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>Susanna's life poems</title><url>http://www.wetpaint.com/img/logo.gif</url><link>http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com</link></image><item><title>Your Kiss</title><link>http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/Your+Kiss</link><author>susanna325</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/Your+Kiss</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2008 12:27:25 CST</pubDate><description> Dedicated to the love of my life, Glenn &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your kiss&amp;hellip;&lt;br&gt;Brings me closer to you &lt;br&gt;The warmth of your lips&lt;br&gt;Encircles me like a blanket on my soul &lt;br&gt;Your kiss&amp;hellip; &lt;br&gt;Like a magnet, it pulls me &lt;br&gt;Without resistance I give in &lt;br&gt;To feel the oneness that love delivers &lt;br&gt;Your kiss&amp;hellip; &lt;br&gt;Saturates my longing &lt;br&gt;To be loved and accepted &lt;br&gt;An inspiration that brings life to dear heart &lt;br&gt;Your kiss&amp;hellip; &lt;br&gt;Dissolves the pain of yesterday &lt;br&gt;The ray of hope you bring I&lt;br&gt;lluminates the dark and the unforeseen &lt;br&gt;Your kiss&amp;hellip; &lt;br&gt;I will always long for &lt;br&gt;Though time will slowly cease &lt;br&gt;The memories will linger forever from your kiss&lt;br&gt;&lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Boat</title><link>http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/The+Boat</link><author>susanna325</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/The+Boat</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2008 12:26:21 CST</pubDate><description> &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quietly, I ventured out to the sea&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forever searching for what&amp;rsquo;s not for me&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;The wind pushed through as I gripped my oars&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;While waves of life&amp;rsquo;s treasure invited the shore&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where is this lovely blessing called &amp;ldquo;friend&amp;rdquo;?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;All I saw were flying seagulls that ascend&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clouds playing hide and seek with the sun&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;And sounds of the ocean that conquered the man&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;I stared at a distance to watch whales go by&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Its graceful movements had caught my eye&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slowly but surely they drifted away&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;As my dwindling hopes rolled over the bay&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;There I stood, my red boat and me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Rocking along as the waves set us free&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;My faithful friend that I call my boat&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Through venturing times had kept me afloat&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;As crimson hues invaded the skies&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;We touched the warm sand that greeted our ties&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;I leaned on my friend as dusk silently cast&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;The peace that had embraced me at last&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>Fireflies</title><link>http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/Fireflies</link><author>susanna325</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/Fireflies</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2008 12:13:28 CST</pubDate><description>&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fireflies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;I stood there watching&lt;/b&gt; a&lt;b&gt;s dusk approaches&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Waiting, longing for a glimmer of light&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoping, wanting to see your beauty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;A sole reminder that something awaits&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;As darkness flowed slowly&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;And beauty had left me&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;I breathe in the fresh humid air&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feeling, sensing, forever longing&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;For your light to show me you&amp;rsquo;re there&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Then I saw you sparkle&lt;/b&gt; l&lt;b&gt;ike a diamond&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Closer, brighter , without any fear&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;You caught me in awe and delight&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;As you held my dreams ever so near&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;There I stood in silence&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;My heartbeat slowing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not wanting to miss all the glee&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yearning, seeking, forever believing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;That tomorrow you&amp;rsquo;ll be there for me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>Finding Love Again</title><link>http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/Finding+Love+Again</link><author>susanna325</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/Finding+Love+Again</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2008 12:08:31 CST</pubDate><description> &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Finding Love Again by: Susanna&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Just when I thought that love had gone&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;You came into my life one day&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;As one last flimsy thread was drawn&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;This hope had come to find its way&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;What used to elude me more and more&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Had but alas flew back to me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;And touched the center of my core&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Unleashed my fear and set it free&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;With disbelief my heart would ask&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Will this become another snare?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Will pain itself remove its mask&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;To face true love without a care?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;In solitude my heart awaits&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;While trust had found its way again&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;With joyous leaps this life creates&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;A new beginning&amp;hellip; another chance&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>New Life</title><link>http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/New+Life</link><author>susanna325</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/New+Life</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Aug 2007 08:38:09 CDT</pubDate><description>&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Letting Go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Why must it hurt so bad to bid farewell to you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;b&gt;The memories we&amp;#39;ve had, my mind just can&amp;#39;t let go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Although the fact is known, you&amp;#39;ve gone to heaven&amp;#39;s gate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;b&gt;My heart still longs for you, although it is too late&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;b&gt;How can I heal my wound when love had given up?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;b&gt;How could I numb the pain or tell my tears to stop?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Like trees , my leaves must fall before new buds come out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Once springtime has begun, new leaves will come to sprout&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Like rivers that run dry from summer&amp;#39;s heat and scorch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Someday the rain would come and fill me up once more&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;b&gt;In search to find my joy I know I have to learn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;b&gt;The pain of love as well, till new life takes its turn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>Holding on to Time</title><link>http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/Holding+on+to+Time</link><author>susanna325</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/Holding+on+to+Time</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Aug 2007 12:05:12 CDT</pubDate><description>&lt;div class=&quot;RTE&quot;&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;RTE&quot;&gt;   by: Sann&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;RTE&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;RTE&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;RTE&quot;&gt;  I seem to glance outside&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;RTE&quot;&gt;  From my windowsill&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;RTE&quot;&gt;  As people pass me by&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;RTE&quot;&gt;  And life turns like a mill&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;RTE&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;RTE&quot;&gt;  Hold on for a second!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;RTE&quot;&gt;  No single life awaits&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;RTE&quot;&gt;  I&amp;#39;m drained and I&amp;#39;m exhausted&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;RTE&quot;&gt;  Can&amp;#39;t keep up with the pace&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;RTE&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;RTE&quot;&gt;  Curse this weakness!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;RTE&quot;&gt;  This long and bumpy road&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;RTE&quot;&gt;  Hold on time! Slow down!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;RTE&quot;&gt;  My pleas are but ignored&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;RTE&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;RTE&quot;&gt;  I long to be a part&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;RTE&quot;&gt;  Of the usual crowd that moves&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;RTE&quot;&gt;  But time just keeps on going&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;RTE&quot;&gt;  The more I try to prove&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;RTE&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;RTE&quot;&gt;  I&amp;#39;m trying to catch up&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;RTE&quot;&gt;  If I can grab the time&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;RTE&quot;&gt;  Still the crowd seems getting smaller&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;RTE&quot;&gt;  As my world gets left behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;RTE&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Grief</title><link>http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/My+Grief</link><author>susanna325</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/My+Grief</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jun 2007 15:18:40 CDT</pubDate><description>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;As I wake up from restless sleep&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;And tears had stung my weary face&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;His soothing voice no longer heard&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Only my yearning could be traced&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Inside my dream there&amp;rsquo;s wood afloat&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;The waves of tantrum by the sea&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Had kept it drifting furthermore&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;The more I try to grab the piece&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;As darkness swallowed what was left&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;The frantic mood kept me adrift&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Old guilt itself still lingers there&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;What could have done, I wish I knew&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;This astral state no more exists&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Yet still I wish the feeling cease&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;And time will spin itself around&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Bring back old memories, shades of bliss&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;From distant end I heard within&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Another day will soon begin&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;As I accept this fate at last&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;The gate of grieving too shall pass&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>From Distant End</title><link>http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/From+Distant+End</link><author>susanna325</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/From+Distant+End</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Jun 2007 09:40:06 CDT</pubDate><description> &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;  &lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;  &lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;  &lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I felt your presence last night&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;  &lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Was it a dream? Was it my imagination?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;  &lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Your arms had rocked me back to sleep&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;  &lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;As peace lulled me away from deception&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;  &lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;  &lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Thoughts of you had been flooding my senses&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;  &lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Craving some answers, few I have heard&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;  &lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Wishing, wanting, longing to hold on&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;  &lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;As reality frees itself like a bird&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;  &lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;  &lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;You have moved on to a better place&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;  &lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;There I imagine your love awaits&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;  &lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;But what about the dreams we built?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;  &lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Should I hold on to them as life prorates?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;  &lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;  &lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Slowly, gently I am ready to adhere&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;  &lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Towards nature&amp;rsquo;s wishes, an ongoing plight&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;  &lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;As life continues on the other side&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;  &lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Let angels bridge our distance each night&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>Things I've Learned As A Mom</title><link>http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/Things+I%27ve+Learned+As+A+Mom</link><author>susanna325</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/Things+I%27ve+Learned+As+A+Mom</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Jun 2007 13:59:49 CDT</pubDate><description>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Things I&amp;rsquo;ve learned as a mom for the past 17 years&amp;hellip;. By: Sann&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;It takes several coating of paint to cover permanent marker drawings on the wall.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;A lima bean expands when stuck inside the nose&amp;hellip;tweezers come in handy!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Toddlers are capable of pooping in a tub full of water&amp;hellip;swimming pools too.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Scissors are magical and fascinating to kids, hide them!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Barbie dolls hair don&amp;rsquo;t grow but at least your kid&amp;rsquo;s bangs will&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Your dog will only tolerate so much tugging and pulling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;A broken crayon fits perfectly in the ear canal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;The average waiting time in the ER is 6 hours unless your child has difficulty breathing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Your loose change on the counter disappears as often as the ice cream man comes by&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;When your toilet overflows, chances are your child flushed something ie. Toy, brief, lego, etc..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Nail polish stains on clothing are permanent.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Don&amp;rsquo;t buy your kids white clothing, it attracts stains like crazy!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Kids won&amp;rsquo;t hesitate to tell you your breath stinks in public&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;They will also say things like &amp;ldquo;did you know your butt jiggles like jello?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Bugs don&amp;rsquo;t make good pets even if your kids are convinced otherwise.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Frogs dry up and die indoors, set them free when your kid is not looking!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;You never know what you will find under your kids&amp;rsquo; bed or under the sofa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;The best way to remove bubble gum in your kids hair is to CUT IT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;When you are running late, your kids will take their time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Kids do remember every single promise you make&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;When your teen starts to drive, you will find yourself stepping on an &amp;ldquo;imaginary break&amp;rdquo; at the driver side seat.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;&amp;ldquo;Going out&amp;rdquo; does not mean going somewhere&amp;hellip;it means &amp;ldquo;going steady&amp;rdquo; from our generation&amp;rsquo;s term.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Your grocery bill will skyrocket by the time your child reaches puberty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;When your kid is between the age of 12-18, you will become a &amp;ldquo;dumb and stupid&amp;rdquo; parent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Having a perfect hair day and an up to date wardrobe is more crucial than world hunger when you&amp;rsquo;re a teen.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;When they are over the age of 18, you will become smart and cool again.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;When your child is in pain, you feel it twice as much&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;When they say &amp;ldquo;I hate you!&amp;rdquo; saying back &amp;ldquo;I love you&amp;rdquo; catches them by surprise and makes them feel good even if they don&amp;rsquo;t show it .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Kids surprisingly hear what you are saying even when their eyes roll back and they say &amp;ldquo;like whatever!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;It is never too early to teach them the value of hard work and money.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Saying &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m sorry&amp;rdquo; and admitting to your child about your mistakes is not a weakness, it teaches them it&amp;rsquo;s ok to have imperfections.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s ok to act silly and funny, it makes great memories.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Believing in your child&amp;rsquo;s abilities help them believe in themselves.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Showing them your love for God teaches them the importance of faith&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Last but not the least&amp;hellip; no matter how difficult it is to raise your child, you cannot imagine life without them (-:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>I wish I Knew</title><link>http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/I+wish+I+Knew</link><author>susanna325</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/I+wish+I+Knew</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 May 2007 15:17:48 CDT</pubDate><description>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  I did not see your grieving soul&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  Instead I saw your love so bold&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  No sound of cry for help you seek&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  I only heard sweet words you speak&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  My love was blinded can&amp;#39;t you see?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  There&amp;#39;s more to it than you and me&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  When I had thought our hearts were one&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  I never knew the beat will drown&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  The tears you hid away from me&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  The pain you mask with falsity&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  I could have been there holding you&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  I wish I knew, I wish I knew.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Mother's Advice</title><link>http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/A+Mother%27s+Advice</link><author>susanna325</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/A+Mother%27s+Advice</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 May 2007 08:55:39 CDT</pubDate><description> &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dedicated to my 2 daughters, Christine and Leah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Fall in-love dear child&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Do so with open eyes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;It is not what others think&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;It comes with colors in disguise&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Where eyes will see the chosen view&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Ears will hear selected sounds&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Beating heart takes over fast&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;As love encircles you around&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Basque in the vivid colors of life&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Allow the cloudy vision to fade&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Walk slow as you avoid the pits&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;So better decisions could be made&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Love coats the mind with frenzy dew&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;While falsity lurks in hidden lair&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Do not concede from trembling touch&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Face the essence of despair&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Take heed for this I say with love&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Pain and desolation draws a peak&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;So weakness grabs you unannounced&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Let voice of wisdom come to speak&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Perhaps in time the sounds rebound&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;When life unfolds to wake the sense&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Live and learn, my child I say&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Embrace true love with no pretense&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>Ode to mom</title><link>http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/Ode+to+mom</link><author>susanna325</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/Ode+to+mom</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 May 2007 07:08:25 CDT</pubDate><description> &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;I thank the Lord for my dear Mom&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;My comfort haven she had made&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Where growing up brought memories&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Of joy and laughter without charades&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Her soft firm gaze she kept all times&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;As she ensured my safety plight&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;No harm had ever come to me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;As she embraced me with delight&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;I do recall her hand on mine&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;She pointed out the wrong from right&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;With much precautions I&amp;rsquo;ve been taught&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Her guiding voice became my light&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;My mom and me, throughout the years&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Like old worn pages torn apart&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Opposing visions crept like vine&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;As hurtful words had pierced our hearts&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;The sacrifice she did for me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Without a care I just ignored&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Until the stabs of life came fast&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;And parenthood I soon explored&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;My sweet old mom, her hair now gray&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Grew lines of wisdom on her face&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;I&amp;rsquo;m here now wishing time turns back&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;To glue the pages and leave no space&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;I thank the Lord for my dear Mom&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Whose loving hands gave me her best&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;My mentor, protector and my friend&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;The priceless gift of life&amp;rsquo;s success.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Missing Piece</title><link>http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/My+Missing+Piece</link><author>susanna325</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/My+Missing+Piece</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2007 14:19:42 CDT</pubDate><description>&lt;div class=&quot;RTE&quot;&gt;   by: Sann&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;RTE&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;RTE&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;RTE&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;I glanced once more where my bosom laid&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Where hidden bliss was once a friend&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;And angels lips found nurture there&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Old lovers craved the warm embrace&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Now it&amp;rsquo;s gone forevermore&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;As flesh was taken from the core&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;A scar had marked a lonely path&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;A sole reminder of the past&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;It is relief or is it grief?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;The longing for my youth I keep&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;The thief that robbed my womanhood&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Had no idea where I stood&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Here &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;I sing my ballad songs&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Tears and gladness both belong&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;In farewell chants where illness left&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;A growing promise will be kept&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>This Heart of Youth</title><link>http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/This+Heart+of+Youth</link><author>susanna325</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/This+Heart+of+Youth</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2007 14:11:59 CDT</pubDate><description>&lt;br&gt;by:Sann &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This heart of youth&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Like stubborn mule&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Will listen to no one&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As pride overrules&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Walks treacherous roads&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;With unabashed leaps&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Beyond certainty storms&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Taking risks by the heaps&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Though wisdom admonish&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As the errs of life show&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This heart will still rule&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As pains come and go&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Such defiance indeed&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In assurance they swear&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That the choices they heed&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Is for love they declare&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ah, such vigilant life&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Reminds me of my days&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I stumbled through strife&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And continued my ways&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yes indeed my mistakes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Had reformed me today&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As life&amp;rsquo;s slumber awakes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am now who I am&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Symbol of Christmas</title><link>http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/The+Symbol+of+Christmas</link><author>susanna325</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/The+Symbol+of+Christmas</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2007 14:09:28 CDT</pubDate><description>The Symbol of Christmas&lt;br&gt;by: Susanna Miller&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What is the symbol of Christmas?&lt;br&gt;Is it the decorative lights at night&lt;br&gt;Or perhaps it&amp;rsquo;s a Christmas tree&lt;br&gt;That twinkles with colorful lights&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Is it the gifts that pile up high&lt;br&gt;Full of toys or expensive things&lt;br&gt;Is it the sweet sounds of carols&lt;br&gt;Or the feast that is fit fora king&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Let me tell you the symbol of Christmas&lt;br&gt;It could start from a shack way afar&lt;br&gt;Where a family of seven&lt;br&gt;Feast on sardines from one single jar&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Though their hungeris barely forgotten&lt;br&gt;They feel blessed that they all have a bond&lt;br&gt;They aregrateful for what little they have&lt;br&gt;As they pray for God&amp;rsquo;s blessings beyond&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In a darkplace an old lady huddles&lt;br&gt;Barely moving from thefierce winter frost&lt;br&gt;There&amp;rsquo;s a knock on her old beaten door&lt;br&gt;T&amp;rsquo;was a child from the house just across&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In her tiny hands she brings her a plate&lt;br&gt;With some turkey and stuffing aside&lt;br&gt;And some old wornout blanket along&lt;br&gt;To warm her in this cold winter night&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In a home with magnificent view&lt;br&gt;A paternal figure stares through the glass&lt;br&gt;As his prodigal son came to view&lt;br&gt;His cold heart starts to soften at last&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As they both asked forgiveness both ways&lt;br&gt;For the pain they incurred through the years&lt;br&gt;They embraced and had tears in their eyes&lt;br&gt;As the mutual respect reappears&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So you see, the true symbol could be&lt;br&gt;In disguised where no glimmer is seen&lt;br&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s the kindness that comes from the heart&lt;br&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s the love that draws people within&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s appreciating whatever we have&lt;br&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s forgiveness and starting anew&lt;br&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s the caring and sharing we give&lt;br&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s a humble heart honest and true&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The true meaning andsymbol of Christmas&lt;br&gt;Shows its presence all over the world&lt;br&gt;As we follow His footsteps along&lt;br&gt;His true spirit shines out through us all&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>Links</title><link>http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/Links</link><author>raydebs</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/Links</guid><comments>Added by Ray</comments><pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2007 17:16:12 CDT</pubDate><description>&lt;a class=&quot;external&quot; href=&quot;http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.comhttp://www.geocities.com/j82narigst/sann_poems.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; title=&quot;Poems By Sann Miller&quot;&gt;Poems By Sann Miller website by Jhet Avram&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>One Gift</title><link>http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/One+Gift</link><author>raydebs</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/One+Gift</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2007 17:07:31 CDT</pubDate><description> 				 &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div&gt;by: Sann&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;My friends inquired how much shopping I&amp;#39;ve done&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Tis the time of the season when all seems to run&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Last minute shopping takes a whole day at least&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;As you go through your list and make sure none was missed.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;With four kids at home, I &amp;#39;d get four lengthy lists&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Of things that they want and things they have seen&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;But you see ,what I taught them is more precious indeed&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;In that long list they wrote, one gift will be received.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;In that one gift alone comes a whole lot of love&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;And lessons they learn that will stand all above&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;To appreciate thingsnot based solely on cost&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;But the thoughts and the love that came with it the most.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;They learn that my love is not measured by gifts&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;It&amp;#39;s the day to day gestures of kindness that lifts&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;They learn that material things could be replaced&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;But the love of a mother has a much higher place.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Under our Christmas tree they stare with delight&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Four gifts wrapped neatly with colors so bright&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;They shake and they guess and they eagerly wait&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;For Christmas to come so they can all stay up late&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;It took only one gift to bring joy to their heart&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;As I watch them in awe, I know I did my part&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;To appreciate, be grateful, be true and be humble&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;No gift in the whole world could replace this at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>How Long Is Enough?</title><link>http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/How+Long+Is+Enough%3F</link><author>raydebs</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/How+Long+Is+Enough%3F</guid><comments>Added by Ray</comments><pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2007 16:53:51 CDT</pubDate><description> &lt;div&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;by: Sann&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;How long is enough, I asked myself&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Is it measured by days and time?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Should it be when pain is no longer felt?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;But the sting of eternal tears are mine?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Should it be when each fiber of love has died?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;And each word is just left unsaid?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Or when life itself had exhaust me&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;And I wish that time itself is dead?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Should I wait with unfaltering hopes&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;For a miracle to change my path?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;And revive the unity that once had life&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;But today is now scorned with wrath?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;How long should I go before I turn?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Should it be when the road ahead is gone?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Oraccept that in life there&amp;#39;s much to learn&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Perhaps...enough had already come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>My ship</title><link>http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/My+ship</link><author>raydebs</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/My+ship</guid><comments>formatting - ray</comments><pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2007 16:48:11 CDT</pubDate><description> 				&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;I brace myself to the unknown&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;As I prepare to sail my ship&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;I close my eyes as fierce wind blows&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;And salty water touch my lips&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;I am prepared to meet the waves&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Though strongly it will rock my stance&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;The roaring sound of thunder raves&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Still I will sail and take a chance&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;The lightning bolts and pouring rain&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;May bring a shiver to my spine&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;But life itself is not in vain&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;So long as hope and faith is mine&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;There is no telling how long it will take&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;For life is a journey in itself&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;As challenges for me await&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;How things could end, no one can tell&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;As I set sail one thing remains&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;I&amp;rsquo;m not alone to travel there&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;My Savior stays through tears and pain&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;And guide me to the light of day&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>Silence</title><link>http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/Silence</link><author>raydebs</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://susannaspoems.wetpaint.com/page/Silence</guid><comments>formatting - Ray</comments><pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2007 16:47:02 CDT</pubDate><description> 				&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Your silence is deafening&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;It reaches the depth of my soul&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;As my thoughts race much faster&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Than what my heart is willing to hold&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;I hear the cries within &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;As it struggled to free itself&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;And my very own chains &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Hold me down like a prisoner here&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;So I wait, wait for you words&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Only to feel avoidance at all cost&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;And I find my own words drowning&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;For with words I am at a loss&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Free me! My heart shouts to you!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Free me from the unbearable sound!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Your silence is sharper than knife&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;And my heart does not wish to be bound&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;As time goes ever slowly&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;I wait for your words to explode&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Yet still&amp;hellip;silence is my enemy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;As I struggle to walk down this road&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Perhaps it&amp;rsquo;s time to accept&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;That love dies from silence alone&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;No revival could bring it to life&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;May my soul free itself from its own&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>