Hi, I've put this page up and posted this poem that was discovered in her diary after her passing for her mother. Please drop by and read it..I think you'll be as touched as I was. Castlemist http://www.originalpoetry.com/from-michelles-diary-august-13-2006
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
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