Sometimes I feel blue

When I think of you

Not gone very long

I try to stay strong

Sometimes I feel for myself

When projects I love get put on a shelf

Sometimes I feel like I didn’t accomplish much

I see little things here and there and such

I hate feeling this way on certain days

Not certain, unsure, life is funny that way

But then comes a moment, a tiny bell

That reminds me I did some things very well

I have three great kids who make me smile

I’m as proud as can be so  I will stay awhile

The grandchildren complete my family tree

Then I smile as I realize it started with me.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd


Terry’s Thoughts in Poetry

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Here is a photo of my two youngest branches of my family tree, Miss C and Mr. E…..three months apart.








baby Easton and Chloe

This Time of Year

I have been busy today. Nothing physical, mostly mental work. Starting to give my attention to my list I have been making of things  I need to do as it nears my time to leave.

After dealing with that I decided to take the latter part of the afternoon off. Place the phones down. Talking quieted. It was pretty nice. The news came on at five and I tuned into that.

Headline news is another journalist was beheaded. It just makes me sick. What can we do to stop this? The next headline news was the hacking of movie stars personal photos being snatched.

The comment was many pictures and  nude photos were stolen. Why in the world would they have nude shots of themselves on a cell phone? I swear we are talking about kids who are digging into what life is all about and what makes what work. No, we are talking about adults here who entertain us on the big, boob tube box called TV.

I have said for quite some time that there is more filth, foul language, showing how to kill a human, drugs and anything else you want to add to the list on our televisions today.

I don’t know who was affected by this hacking, but I know I would not have that on my phone for anyone to see that may pick-up my phone to use or a kid playing on it without my permission.

Games people play. Don’t you just love what is being accepted as good and moral in this big world we live in? When I think back to when my mom was alive, I laugh out loud. I think I saw her in her under slip maybe twice. She believed in being covered. Now we believe, well some, not me, believe we should be uncovered.

For what reason?  Maybe people who run around half-naked want attention. Or maybe they think they have hot bodies. I guess there are some who just don’t give a shit about themselves; and therefore have no respect for how they look to others.

Next, a commercial came on and out of nowhere I started crying. I had been doing pretty good with my tears for my brother I have lost, and all it took was one, simple commercial.

When Al and I lived in Florida he discovered there was a blizzard at Dairy Queen called the Pumpkin Pie blizzard. Every time we went out he wanted to stop there on the way home. I can’t even begin to count how many times he and I sat outside on the wrought-iron table and chairs in front of the restaurant. We ate our Pumpkin Pie blizzard and chatted the evening away. When we moved here to Indiana, I heard the same request from him at this time of year. Last year he refused them because he could no longer swallow well enough and needed to be fed.  Well here it is, time for them to be re-introduced for the season. Will I go get one? I am not sure if I am healed enough to or not. Time will tell.