Suddenly the lights go out.
I hear sirenss, people shout,
Look up and see my house on fire.
Each flame seemed to go higer and higher.
Next day I didn't know what to say.
Crying didn't take my blues away.
Empty feeling told me I had to pray.
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Darla M Seely
I am 59 years old. I love to write poems, crochet, take photos, and make scrapbooks. I write poems about Jesus, love, friendship, how to improve, forgiveness, forgiveness, holidays. I enjoy making afghans for friends, family,
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