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Welcome to my home page, I have deceided to place some of my poetry on this site because I feel my poetry can touch others as it has touched me and I also feel it can help heal old wounds in the soul.
When I was young I had a ruff upbringing, Being an only child was hard with an alcoholic mother and a abusive step father, My mother would do anything for a drink even if it ment a beating from my step father.
My step father was so fed up with her drinking that he would do all he could to catch her in the bars or with another man, My mother would leave me anywhere she could so that she would be able to go to the bars, this included a sexually abusive sitter that raped me repedily in his green house, he used to raise flowers in his green house and also used to use the green house to get his way with me even though I was only 7 yr old.
My step father was so abusive that he broke my mothers jaw in a bar and no one would help her because every one was friends with my step father. He had kicked his still toed cowboy boots so hard on her face he had broke her jaw all because she through her wedding rings at him in the bar.
she had metel rods going through her cheeks with cork end bottle caps on the ends of the rods for months.
I felt so bad for her, But at the time I did not understand what had happened.
When I had friends spend the night at our house I would have them sleep under my bunk beds so that we would be safe because I knew another beating was going to happen and I knew that if my friends had seen this that they would tell there moms and they would not be able to spend that night again.
My poety is very gloom but very healing and I feel that others can heal and know that they are not the only ones that have been through hard times and that there is good in healing.
I had written this poem for my mother before she quit drinking, She has since quite and is the best mother a person could have she is great with my children and a very loving wife. You will find that even as an abused child you will always love your parents no matter what they have done to you deep in your heart.
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I also wanted to let you know that I write individual poety for people, Which means I can write a peom for you to give to someone you know or to give to yourself.
My poems come framed and autographed my me and they are only one of a kind.
Just send me your name and what ideas you have for your poem whether it be happy, sad, healing, ect...
Also include what inspires you for the poem whether you went on a walk to the park maybe how you felt or a special time you had with your wife, girlfriend, kids, ect...
The price for 1 8 by 10 poem is .99 U.S. dollars. If you are not in the U.S. then I will have to find out how much it would cost to ship and I will add that in the price.
please include your mailing address and all info that would be of help to me in getting you poem the way you like it.
E-mail me at ramos@networld.com
with poetry in the subject line.
Give me 24 hr's to get back with you because I have had such an enormouse response.
Sincerely Carrie
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The Glass
She sat at the table waiting, wondering, crying.
SHe thought to herself will the pain ever end?
She felt a helpless feeling in her heart,
Because she knew she was going to raise the glass again.
Drinking rock gut wisky was always her preferance.
As her hand shook, while she tried to hold the glass to her lips,
She quivered with excitment, She could not wait to taste that wonderful taste of alcohol.
It had a grip on her, She knew it.
But she often thought to herself, why am I so helpless?
Why am I always so sad?
When in reality she really knew the truth.
She chose this!
She wanted the pain, the sadness, the heartache.
She knew she had this coming long ago.
And one day she knew she waould die with this glass in her hand.
She figured one day she would just collapse.
And never see the light of another day.
Oh how she could not wait.
To end the misery of her days.
Long days waiting for her death.
The day had come and she seen the white light with red around it.
She thought to herself is this heaven or hell?
But she knew the truth, for the life she had lived, there would be no mersey.
Copyright 2000
Written by Carol Ramos
I will be adding more and more poetry as time goes on as I finish my site. |
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Thanks Carrie
ramos@networld.com
Come Back Soon!!
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