I am stuck in a day. Sounds silly doesn’t it? I am moving along through each hour, but I am making no advances on anything.

I am still taking my photographs. Did you know I have a separate photo page here at WP? It is called Throughmyeyes1954. Check it out sometime. It has my photos I take on it.

I have been on a poetry writing spree as of late. I can’t seem to get my mind started on short story writing for some reason. I  have a lot of new things on my mind, and I think experiencing these new places is deterring me from my writing.

I hope that very soon, I will go back to that place I know so well; but for now, I hope you enjoy poetry and photos!


Thoughts scrambled in my mind
Racing over time
No certain place to go
No one can even know
What goes on inside the cube
Needs peace and oil-lubed
A mental stutter note
It goes a stray and floats
A writer’s block is what
This gal does seem to got.

Written by,
Terry Shepherd


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Chocolate Peanut Butter Cheesecake Cake with DOVE Chocolate – Shugary Sweets

What’s not to love about this Chocolate Peanut Butter Cheesecake Cake? This stunning cake has layers of homemade chocolate cake and peanut butter cheesecake. Topped with a creamy peanut butter frosting and dark chocolate ganache, this cake is sure to satisfy that sweet tooth! Be sure to sign up for my email…new recipes in your inbox **This post […]

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You Can’t Guess Tomorrow

You can’t guess tomorrow

It really can’t exist

For we live in just this moment

A morning, dewy kiss.


We can’t go back to then

We can’t waste the time to wish

How things may be different

Than an empty, dirty dish.


We carry memories of laughter

Great conversations placed

We can smile when reliving

Their faces, eyes, we trace.


The best that we can do

Is be our best today

Learn from our mistakes

And move along our way.


Written by,

Terry Shepherd

Caramel Bread Pudding – Shugary Sweets

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I Don’t Feel This Every Day

I saw a banner floating through my FB earlier and I thought about how many people actually feel like this. The sorrow is the person who feels this more than a few times per week.

I can tend to feel this way; but keep walking the worn path of my old footsteps, trying to do good. I am a born caregiver. It took me many years to figure out that this is God’s talent given to me. When I had children it was my greatest pleasure to take care of them.

Whether it was feeding them or wiping a nose, I loved it. Why? because I felt needed.When my father and brother became ill, it was very painful to watch them suffer; but I was rewarded with many wonderful memories by being their family and caregiver.

Now that I am a public speaker for the terrible disease, Multiple System  Atrophy, it gives me an awesome satisfaction now more than ever to help. You ask why? I have my own gait issues, tremor issues, my age is against me, so being able to answer questions for families and patients, being able to give words of comfort, or place silly or beautiful posts on my page, and have them tell me I made their day, is the best ever.

It is hard to deal with the deeply embedded pain of having people ignore you. We can and do feel alone, sad and sometimes depressed. I have learned that although others may have hurt me, they most likely aren’t feeling it, so the best thing to do is  help someone who you know will appreciate it, and who knows, you may also develop an ever-lasting friendship.

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To Daughter’s Everywhere

To Daughters Everywhere
I thought I knew it all
I was almost seventeen
I hated they didn’t understand me
You all know what I mean?
I’ve shed so many tears
As I lay awake at night
Another argument with them
Seems like I never win.
He said he loves me deeply
He says there’s no one else
Why can’t you parents get it?
Won’t you understand a bit?
When I am with him alone
And he whispers in my ear
When he says he wants to show me
I don’t want to run and flee.
Maybe you’ve never felt this
The true meaning of real love
Because then you would permit this
Just some hugs and a little kiss.
Oh mommy, I didn’t listen
What am I going to do
He said I had to show him
Or he’d leave for one of them.
The nurse, she sat me down
And she took my hand in hers
She said the words so ugly
I am now a mommy to be.
I saw my mommy cry
Big alligator tears
She took me in her arms
As if protecting me from harm.
“I didn’t want this to happen
I know how you must feel
Because years ago my head swirled
And now I have you baby girl.”
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
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Definitely Here

Indiana may not be the warmest year round like other states; but when Spring arrives and stays, we Hoosiers are very pleased. The birds are singing, the flowers are popping, grass is being mowed.

I don’t know about you, but I enjoy shaking off the winter blues, and digging out the T’s and shorts. It is a mood enhancer without drugs. Make sure you take the time to notice your day. Smell the wet bark from a good rain. Lean down and smell those flowers. Smell the freshly cut grass. Listen to those frogs mating.

To me, hearing the frogs during mating time in the Spring is a beautiful, calming thing to me. Here is a flower to remind you of what time of year it is here in Indiana!



FWF, Writing for Kelly



This is a man

A very talented man

Who couldn’t speak

Communication weak

Stutter he did

Continually hid

Then one day he saw

A calling from God

He went and sat down

He made his first sound

Smooth as could be

Beauty drifted to sea

Everyone stood around

Some knelt and sat down

As the keys he did grace

A story took place

The ivory and black

Took all his fears back

As God showed him a way

Another way he could say

To open his heart I did see

A beautiful man before me.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd


Pecan Pralines – Shugary Sweets

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He was walking on the beach. He had been walking this route ever since his wife passed away two years ago. He had sunk to an all-time low when he laid her to rest. He found he had to force himself out of bed each morning.

He couldn’t think of Ellen without a pool of tears. His appetite had disappeared and he didn’t want to eat anymore. Life became a burden. He didn’t want to die. He didn’t want to live.

One morning when he was putting on his shoes and socks a pain so sharp ran down his arm. He grabbed his chest and knew in an instant he was having a heart attack. He managed to reach the cordless phone and push 911. He didn’t remember anything after that.

The heart doctor had saved him but insisted he get some exercise into his routine. He told him he understood about his wife and how he was feeling. He explained that Ellen would not want him to live this way.

It was the next day that he kissed his beloved’s photo on his night stand. He finished breakfast and put on his jacket and headed out the door. He decided he didn’t want Ellen to be seeing him this way, so he would start that walk.

He chose the beach because Ellen loved the water. The two had taken many walks  along his path. He remember placing her hand in his, and the smile she would give him, letting him realize how much the two of them loved each other.

He didn’t take too much notice to what was going on around him during his walks. He was doing it for his wife and doctor. Today, was different though. He stopped about half-way down the beach and gazed out over the water.

Sparkles seemed to bounce off the gentle waves. The sun seemed to be reaching down through the waters and lifting diamonds from the bottom of the floor. He stood there wondering how his wife liked heaven, when he heard the voice.

He looked around him. He stared deep into the water. No one was around, but yet he heard the voice once more. It was Ellen’s voice. Shivers went down his arms as he knew in reality she was not there. This was a game of the imagination.

Soon the voice was no more and he made himself walk back to the house. He made himself a cup of coffee and then went to the wrap-a-round porch and sat in the porch swing. He took a sip and closing his eyes, he relived the times he and his wife had danced a waltz on this porch, or had sat in the swing together, talking the evening away.

A tear and then another began to fall. He missed her so much. Life would never be the same. It sometimes felt like half  of his heart had been ripped out of his chest. He opened his eyes and listened to the sounds of birds. Sometimes a passing car would go by and honk. He would motion a wave. He finished his coffee and went back inside to pass the rest of the day away.

Each day, at the same time, he took his walk. Each day he heard the voice, but saw no one. Each day, he seemed to miss her more. He wondered if he  would ever be able to get on with his life.

It was on a Friday. He hated Fridays because the weekend followed. He would get groceries alone, go to church alone. He was at the beach. It was a little crisp this day. An overnight rain had happened, leaving the beach with less people.

He stopped and waited to hear the voice, when the winds picked up. He looked out over the water and saw what could be thought of as a very small whirlpool. The waters stirred. The winds were picking the water up and forming it into some  familiar shape.

The diamonds scattered throughout and then seemed to follow a funnel pattern. He watched with amazement as the diamond cluster came closer to where he stood. He should leave. He should go to safety; but something held him in his place.

As the cluster came closer, he raised his hands and held them out to the ocean, as if to capture the voice he was expecting to hear. The sun sparked a brightness that caused him to have to shade his eyes with one hand.

He still held the other out to the mysteries resting upon the waves. He felt a tingle in his fingers and it exploded into his palm. He drew his hand back towards him and he fell to the sand. He lowered his hand that had been shielding his eyes and he cuddled the form in his hands as if he was holding a newborn for the very first time.

The brightness left, leaving a glow of red hues in his palm. It seemed like minutes that he rocked back and forth. The glow simmered then exhausted itself; leaving a tiny note lying in his hand.

He ever so carefully unfolded the piece of paper. He stared at the writing and then his lips formed the words, I love you too darling. I can’t wait to see and be with you again.

The note said,

I watch you my darling

I see you each day in my view

I may not walk this path anymore

But know this; I still love you.



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