Wishes

I picked the pedals of a flower, to grant a wish this very hour. To bring me back what I had lost, I will not measure or count the cost. I wish for you..I wish for me... and if I may...I'll make it three. The third one is to bring me luck... since I lost myself when my head was struck. I want to have my old self back, my mind of pieces that now I lack. At times I seem to give up hope... but your love for me will help me cope. P.R.Deremer

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Cori Wunderlin

Date: 10/21/2015 10:22:00 PM

Pam, what a beautiful new you to come out of this pain. You are my inspiration and my courage when I want to give up! I read your poems and somehow find strength to cope with "stuff" and loss and re-inventing myself. I Shadow of who I was long ago lives inside me and my soul still dances to music as I remember the other me...the younger......stronger...more carefree me. The "pieces" are there they just look different and have opened new doors. You are my hero in so many ways!

Pam Deremer
Date: 10/22/2015 12:50:00 PM

All I can say is WOW!

Joan Donnelly Ellis

Date: 10/21/2015 9:22:00 AM

A brilliant write

Pam Deremer
Date: 10/21/2015 12:32:00 PM

Thank you so much!

Bill Lindsay

Date: 9/17/2015 2:16:00 PM

nostalgia isn't what it used to be! ;)