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Book Corner
In her debut memoir, Aundria Sheppard Morgan searches for purpose in a life she doesn’t want, revisits the strained relationship with her mother, and questions God, who allows unrelenting adversity as she faces the loss of her first love and husband James. A voice that is at once eloquent and honest cuts to the core, stripping away masks, and revealing raw emotions. In Cross My Heart and Hope to Die ~ A Memoir we dip into Morgan’s soul through poetic vignettes that lead each chapter. With unflinching candor she tells their love story. Hope and tragedy intertwine as James wrestles with guilt over killing his brother, his ten years in New York prisons, and his desire to rise above his past. Loving James helps Aundria set aside a lifetime of anger and embrace her mother. Beautifully written, it dares us to “call it what it is” so true healing can begin.
Word Cloud
Funeral Wreaths
Grief Poems
No one's forgotten about you,
The day we heard you were hit,
Hit by a truck,
Trust our luck to lose a boy,
A boy that lightened our days,
Your family just pray,
Pray for you to stay in this world,
For just one more day,
After a week you'd gone,
Gone from our lives,
The despair we all felt the day you died,
One year on we still remember you,
About last year's tragic loss,
The loss of the boy from Southwest,
We will remember you always.
Copyright © 2002 Lauren Swee. All rights reserved.
I wrote this because of all the little kids who don't get a chance to live their life to the fullest.
Why does Daddy beat me
I am only 8, what could I have done
Why does Mommy not stop him
Does she care or is she too scared
Does Daddy hate me, what did I do
Every night Daddy goes out
Coming home so late
I try to hide but he always finds me
I see all this hate in his eyes
And all I can do is cry
As he beats me like I am his punching bag
But tonight Daddy seems very mad
And he don't stop hitting me
My breath starts to shorten
The lights start to fade
As I lay in this corner
Wondering what I did
I mean what can an 8-year-old do that is so bad
That would want to make her daddy beat her to death
Copyright © 2003 Jessica Cleneay. All rights reserved.
This is not my grief.
Not my loss that filled the room and
brought all of these strangers together.
Not my sadness that swells
and crescendos and speaks
through the eyes of the affected.
I am silent, muted, powerless
in the face of so strong a sorrow
that I only share second hand and
cannot really comprehend. My meager words
would be paltry, my presence
seems a defamation, so I hide my face
and turn away from other people's grief.
Copyright © 2002 by Emily Spitler. All rights reserved.
It's not fair…
I tell myself that every day…
Three years ago, my 9-year-old brother…
Stole unfairly away.
God, I miss him so…
Why was it him God chose
What an unfair God, he can't be sane…
For if He was, He would be able to see…
All my sorrow and pain…
I will never forget you, I will not take that place…
I will hold you in my heart…
and try to find my state of grace.
Copyright © 2002 Melissa Hubbard. All rights reserved.
Here it comes again…
I can only escape it for a while.
How am I to go on without them here beside me?
Pain, pain…Go away. Come again another day.
When I am feeling stronger
Here it comes again…
The searing in my heart and soul.
How can I face another day when I don’t know where they are?
Pain, pain…go away. Come again another day
When I have grown wiser.
Here it comes again…
The sun is rising on its own.
How can this be when my world has crumbled all around me?
Pain, pain…go away. Come again another day.
When I can feel warmer.
Here it comes again…
I feel the raindrops on my head.
Hear all the sounds of life, though my own is silent without them.
Pain, pain…Go away. Come again another day.
When I am less faltering.
Here it comes again…
But wait! What’s this?
Somehow the years have flown and I don’t know how this happened?
Pain, pain…Go away. Come again another day.
When I am more courageous.
Yes. Here it comes again…
But this time, not so bad.
Have I found relief, when I thought none was possible?
Pain, pain…Go away. Come again another day
When I have become older.
Yes. Come again when I am older
When time has made me feel it less.
When the sun warms me again and I can see all the way to heaven.
Pain, pain. Go away. Come again another day.
When I am no longer hindered.
Come again when my time is through.
And I can see for myself
God’s home and his angels shining brightly to welcome me there.
Pain, pain. Go away. Come again another day…
Copyright © 2001 by Linda Davis. All rights reserved.
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