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Tammy Godfrey Poem
Affectionate, admired, amusing, best-friend,
Caring, devoted, and enthusiastic.
Fanatical, gratifying, gentle, geeky, handy, and incredible.
Juicy covered in chocolate, kind, lick-able, loving, my mate, but also nerdy,
Oblectation, partner, Quiet nights...or not so quiet, romance, sweet,
Thoughtful, tender, Unique, unforgettable, undying love, valuable,
Wanted, your my Xanadu, yearning
My Zest for life
Copyright © Tammy Godfrey | Year Posted 2020
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I’m now a free spirit dancing in the storm.
I bend with the breeze, carefree twirling in the rain.
I wander here and there,
Kissing my mom before I go.
Together I get to see you for the first and last time for an instant,
Only to say goodbye with tears.
With love we embraced only to be gone so way to fast
I’m a little angel sent from up above.
Yet I laid to rest so quickly,
Before you can even accept I’m gone.
On this earth, you gave me love,
But science had numbered my time to stay.
I stole your hearts before I left.
Mommy I’m sad that I’m gone from you.
I’m not gone Mommy,
I’m the sun that shines and fluffy white clouds.
Rainbows and butterflies are now my play things.
I’ll always be around you,
Watch from the tree way up high.
Yet you won’t see me mommy, but I’ll see you.
One day I will see you again mommy
When your time is over, I will come and get you,
And we will walk with glee, up above the blue sky.
We will be proud to tell you with a smile,
I’m stronger because of you...having been with you for a while.
Copyright © Tammy Godfrey | Year Posted 2015
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The Voice before I Sleep
A musical voice calls to me, whispers my name.
Sickly sweet, supportive and warm, the voice tempts me to darkness,
Where teasing and being judged never happens.
Darkness I welcome sleeping all the time.
Death sings a sweet song, a song only I can hear.
A whisper of peace with no tragedy ever again.
Everyone has gone, in my solitary moment suicide awaits.
Telling me all the right things I want to hear. People will not hurt if I’m gone.
No one loves me, no one will hurt and I can release this inner pain, this hell I’m in.
A homesick angel, death wipes the tears from my eyes.
Come home I will keep you safe,
No more teasing, laughing, or worrying about how you look to others.
Then I look in my family eyes, and see them smile…
I can handle one more day, just one more day with them
Before one day I return home.
Copyright © Tammy Godfrey | Year Posted 2016
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Affectionate, admired, amusing, best-friend,
Caring, devoted, and enthusiastic.
Fanatical, gratifying, gentle, geeky, handy, and incredible.
Juicy covered in chocolate, kind, lick-able, loving, my mate, but also nerdy,
Oblectation, partner, Quiet nights...or not so quiet, romance, sweet,
Thoughtful, tender, Unique, unforgettable, undying love, valuable,
Wanted, your my Xanadu, yearning
My Zest for life
Copyright © Tammy Godfrey | Year Posted 2020
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Will my thoughts reach you
enough for you to feel?
Will my thoughts reach down to
the depths of your soul.
If I linger in your heart then
let its meaning take hold.
So let not a word now read
like a stone, go unturned.
Look inside yourself and tell
us, what you have learned?
Copyright © Tammy Godfrey | Year Posted 2016
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Tammy Godfrey Poem
Affectionate, admired, amusing, best-friend,
Caring, devoted, and enthusiastic.
Fanatical, gratifying, gentle, geeky, handy, and incredible.
Juicy covered in chocolate, kind, lick-able, loving, my mate, but also nerdy,
Oblectation, partner, Quiet nights...or not so quiet, romance, sweet,
Thoughtful, tender, Unique, unforgettable, undying love, valuable,
Wanted, your my Xanadu, yearning
My Zest for life
Copyright © Tammy Godfrey | Year Posted 2020
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In the quiet dawn, hope softly sings,
Gently rising on golden wings.
Through shadows long and worries deep,
Hope whispers strong, when we cannot sleep.
Rhythm of heartbeats, steady and bold,
Carries the promise, stories retold.
Clouds may gather, storms may roar,
Still hope dances on, forevermore.
A flicker of light in darkest night,
Guiding us gently toward what’s right.
Step by step, as day unfolds,
Hope is the rhythm our spirit holds.
So when the world feels heavy and gray,
Let hope’s rhythm lead the way.
For as long as dreams are born anew,
Hope will always carry us through.
From silent tears and trembling hands,
To smiling hearts in distant lands,
Hope bridges gaps, mends what’s torn,
Shows us the dawn where light is born.
The gentle touch of morning air,
The laughter shared, the silent prayer,
Hope weaves its magic, soft and clear,
Turning our doubt to trust, sincere.
No matter how the night may fall,
Or fears arise, or sorrows call,
Hope lifts us up, renews our view,
A melody timeless, pure and true.
Copyright © Tammy Godfrey | Year Posted 2026
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I wish you could truly see me, the part of my soul that lingers silently as I watch you. There’s a space within me, filled with my fears and the echoes of past hurt, a secret place where tears have fallen. I hope you’ve never noticed this hidden entrance, surrounded by swirling emotions.
As my confidence blossomed in your presence, all I wanted was to express my feelings with a kiss, but uncertainty held me back. I wondered whether you even recognized my existence. You bring me peace and happiness with just a gentle touch, and my affection for you, dear Sargent, runs deep.
Yet, I stand at a distance, admiring you in your uniform, feeling so close yet so far away. I carry a love for you that has never been completely unveiled, longing for you to see the real me. My dreams of connection often feel just out of reach, and what I yearn for does not always come to fruition.
Then, one night, my wish seemed to come true as we shared a moment together, but the next day brought a painful reality. I learned you belonged to another soldier, and in that moment, I felt invisible, as if you looked right through me. It felt like a betrayal of the connection we had shared.
Returning home, I felt lost and confused, grappling with what was real and what was not. All I could do was cry after that perfect night together. The one moment that felt like a lifetime of true love. As I returned to the unit and stood in formation, I felt the weight of heartbreak urging me to leave quickly, but I stood and waited until it was over, then went to my section. I could not find the words to say when the day was over, so I just went home.
To have shared that one night with you felt like the gift of a lifetime, yet I know you may never truly see the real me. In this, I find both a blessing and a bittersweet ache for both of us.
Copyright © Tammy Godfrey | Year Posted 2026
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If my cat could find her voice,
What would she choose to say?
Would she talk about the birds outside,
Or the sunlight on her favorite place to lie?
Perhaps she’d mention breakfast time,
And how she loves treats.
Or tell the tale of midnight zooms,
Racing silently on invisible feet.
Maybe she’d ask about my day,
Then curl up on my knee.
Her gentle purrs a question mark,
“Are you as happy here as me?”
So, until she learns to speak aloud,
I’ll listen as best I can.
In every nuzzle, blink, and meow,
My cat tells me she understands.
Copyright © Tammy Godfrey | Year Posted 2026
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A Christmas Story is such a beloved movie in my family. Black Christmas is quite different from a holiday cheer, as it's not a sweet movie. On a more uplifting note, Christmas in Connecticut holds a special place as one of my favorite movies about soldiers.
Dashing Through the Snow, because Die Hard is not a Christmas movie. I really enjoy Elf, but I've loved Frosty the Snowman ever since I was a kid.
Gremlins was a toy I hoped to find under the Christmas tree. I remember hearing White Christmas for the first time at the Holiday Inn and instantly falling in love with it.
It's a classic, It's a Wonderful Life, where an angel finally gets its wings. Watching Jingle All the Way brought back warm memories of that heartfelt story—Going with my mom to get a Cabbage Patch doll for my sister at Christmas. It’s these special traditions and stories that truly fill the holidays with joy.
Krampus always goes after bad kids. Love Actually reminds everyone that love is all around. Miracle on 34th St, I want to go to Macy’s to see their Santa Claus. The Nutcracker reminds me of my kids, who were always in The Nutcracker Ballet every Christmas, and I was the stage manager and designed some of the costumes.
One Magic Christmas, watching the snow fall early in the morning on Christmas Day. Polar Express, I always wanted to go on a train ride, and still do. Queens of Christmas, all women are queens in my book.
Red One, who all fall in love with Santa, is the head of security. Santa Claus Is Coming To Town first came out in 1970, making me believe in Santa.
My Christmas wish is to be visited by the ghost of The Bishop’s Wife. The movie Unlikely Angel never reveals if you have a spirit following you, so who knows if it could happen.
In Violent Night, people take a family hostage, but Santa comes to the rescue because he can do anything. Meanwhile, in White Christmas I have always dreamed of visiting Vermont to enjoy its beautiful snow.
#Xmas is one of my favorite Hallmark holidays. The author of Young Pioneers Christmas is the daughter of the author who wrote Little House on the Prairie. The last is a Ziggy’s Gift, a comic strip I used to read when my parents got the newspaper. Remember, Christmas through movies are one of the best ways to remember your past.
Copyright © Tammy Godfrey | Year Posted 2026
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