Family

It Stings to Hear Their Memories Frayed

/ Nancy Ann Creed / 1 Comment
Made by Nancy Ann Creed using Canva.com

It Stings to Hear Their Memories Frayed

The whispers twist like smoke and ash,
A tarnish on a cherished past.
They paint a picture, cold and gray,
Of parents loved, now swept away.

Their laughter, once a joyful tune,
Now echoes hollow, out of tune.
Their kindness, once a warming sun,
Deemed weakness by the thoughtless one.

It stings to hear their memories frayed,
Their gentle hands as faults portrayed.
The love they gave, a precious thing,
Reduced to whispers on the wing.

But anger flares, a righteous fire,
To shield their light, their hearts’ desire.
Their legacy, a tapestry bright,
Woven with love, and woven tight.

No whispered word, no careless tongue,
Can steal the truth of what they’ve done.
Their love remains, a guiding star,
Though shadows try to dim how far

Their light has reached, the warmth they gave,
A shelter strong, a life they saved.
So let them speak, with words unsound,
Their whispers lost on hallowed ground.

For in your heart, their memory lies,
Untarnished truth in loving eyes.
And when the storm has passed its peak,
Their love will guide you, strong and sleek.

Family

/ Nancy Ann Creed / Leave a comment
Photo by fauxels on Pexels.com

A tapestry woven with laughter and tears,
A chorus of voices that echo through years.
A big family, a bustling embrace,
A love that fills corners of every space.

Dinner tables stretch long, a feast for the eyes,
With stories retold and laughter that flies.
Grandparents’ wisdom, a warm guiding light,
Siblings’ squabbles soon turning to fight.

Cousins like friends, a mischievous crew,
Sharing secrets and games, ever new.
Aunts and uncles, like branches so strong,
Sharing advice, where they once did belong.

Holidays hum with carols and cheer,
Tiny hands reaching, eyes sparkling clear.
Presents piled high, wrapped in love’s embrace,
Memories made, etched upon every face.

Though storms may come, and paths may divide,
The family bond, forever will guide.
A safety net cast, a love that endures,
A comfort, a strength, forever secure.

So raise a glass, to the ones who hold dear,
To the laughter, the tears, and the love that’s sincere.
For a big family, a gift to behold,
A story unfolding, forever untold.

Whispers on the Breeze

/ Nancy Ann Creed / Leave a comment
Photo by Mitch Kesler on Pexels.com

I write this poem with whispers on the breeze,
Of parents lost, too young to hold their knees.
Grandkids unseen, stories left untold,
A love’s sweet melody, forever on hold.

Though stars now hold them, distant, ever bright,
Their spirit lingers in the fading light.
In laughter’s echo, eyes that hold the sea,
A glimpse of them, forever lives in me.

We trace their features in each playful face,
The stubborn chin, the smile’s familiar grace.
In bedtime stories, whispered soft and low,
Their love unfolds, a seed begins to grow.

We build sandcastles where they walked the shore,
And sing the songs they hummed to me before.
Their absence hangs, a tear that won’t descend,
Yet in their memory, our love will transcend.

You Say Family

/ Nancy Ann Creed / Leave a comment
Made by Author with Canva.com

Though blood may not bind us, a different thread weaves,
A tapestry woven of laughter and leaves.
We’ve shared whispered secrets, dreams cast to the stars,
Built castles of friendship, defied battle scars.

No family name links us, yet hearts intertwine,
A solace, a strength, a love truly divine.
Through joys and through shadows, we’ve walked hand in hand,
A bond forged in moments, defying command.

Like brothers we stand, though the world may not see,
The connection so deep, the loyalty free.
In your eyes, I find kinship, a mirror so true,
Reflecting a love that will forever renew.

So let the world whisper, of kin and of line,
Our bond forged in spirit, will forever entwine.
You are my brother, in essence and soul,
A love untold, that makes life whole.

Birth After Miscarriage Free

/ Nancy Ann Creed / 1 Comment

I always wanted to be a mom. After my miscarriage, I thought it would never happen. But then, I realized that God had a wonderful plan for my life. I just had to wait and put my faith in Him.

Many women suffer the tremendous loss of a miscarriage. They often believe they are alone, but they are never alone. Rest assured that it is not anyone’s fault! It is simply a sad component of life. In every four pregnancies, one ends in a miscarriage.

I am sharing my story to help other women who have experienced the same pain I have. I want you to know that you are not alone. You are not to blame. And there is hope for the future. I hope that my story will give you hope and comfort. Please know that you are not alone. There is healing after miscarriage.

Your Love

/ Nancy Ann Creed / Leave a comment
Photo by Asad Photo Maldives on Pexels.com

Your Love

Your gaze, it paints me sunrise hues,
Bathing doubts in golden beams.
My wings, once tattered, mend anew,
Soaring high, on confidence, it seems.
You whisper compliments, like whispered prayer,
To seeds of beauty slumbering within.
My heart, once shrouded, dares to wear
The brightest bloom, no darkness can contain.

This love, a tapestry of stars unknown,
Embroidered with whispers soft and slow.
A depth we plumb, where hearts have grown,
Beyond the shores where others cannot go.

Never thought, I’d sing such fervent song,
A melody with you, forever bound.
This love, it rights the every wrong,
A symphony, in you, my love, I’m found.

So hold me close, beneath the endless night,
Two souls entwined, a love untold.
Forever grateful for your guiding light,
In you, my love, my story has become gold.

The Weekend Clean

/ Nancy Ann Creed / Leave a comment
Photo by Ekaterina Belinskaya on Pexels.com

The Weekend Clean

The work week is done, I’m free at last!
But my house is a mess, I’m feeling the blast.
The dishes are piled high, the laundry is strewn,
The floor is a jumble, I don’t know where to begin.

I could just relax, but I know I’ll regret it.
So I’ll put on my headphones and start cleaning the detritus.
The vacuum will roar, the dust will be swept,
The floors will be shined, the bed will be made.

It’s not the most glamorous way to spend a weekend,
But it’s better than coming home to a dirty mess.
So I’ll take a deep breath and get to work,
And by the end of the day, my house will be sparkling clean.

But then it will start all over again next week,
And I’ll be back to square one.
But that’s okay, because I know that I’m not alone.
We all have to deal with the weekend clean.

Harper Eats Cheetos

/ Nancy Ann Creed / Leave a comment

My dog chews food like a person. She does not gulp it down. Never seen a dog do this before. #dog #dogs #dogshorts #doglover #dogsofinstagram #dogsoftiktok #dogstagram #puppy #puppylove #puppylife #puppydog #cheetos

Being a Mom

/ / Leave a comment
affection baby barefoot blur
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com
Being a mom is the best job in the world,
But it's also the hardest.
There are days when I feel like I can do anything,
And there are days when I feel like I can't do anything right.

But through it all, there is one thing that never changes:
My love for my children.

They are my reason for living,
And they make me laugh every day.
I am so grateful to be their mom,
And I would do anything for them.

I know that I am not perfect,
But I try my best.
I want to be the best mom that I can be,
And I know that I am learning every day.

I am so lucky to have my children,
And I will cherish every moment with them.
They are my everything.

I Don’t Know You Like That

/ / Leave a comment
Green abstract background

There is a disclaimer this poem. My daughter has been sick. I have a few close friends who know here that I spoke to. This is her issue and not something I want to talk about everywhere. So many people want to know what’s wrong, but if you don’t talk to me daily, or ever every week, I am sure not going to tell you personal things about my kid. There are some people I am close with, but I have not talked to, and that has nothing to do with you as a friend, it has to do with me. Please respect that and spot messaging me for information. It makes you sound like a gossip junkie instead of a concerned friend. 

I don’t know you like that!
I don’t want to tell you everything!
Because I don’t know you like that.

I told those I feel comfortable with.
I shared my feelings, and they helped me

I don’t know you like that. 
Just because you want the gossip.
To feel like you are in the know
Or to tell others, and gossip.

Not my issue. 
I don’t know you like that.
So don’t ask me to tell you what’s wrong.
If I wanted to tell you, and I considered you a close friend
You would already know.