by Christie Bowman | Dec 17, 2007 | Poetry
Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter Running down the hall Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter The baby no longer crawls Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter He likes to run and play Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter He will grow up one day Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter He is my youngest son...
by Christie Bowman | Dec 16, 2007 | Poetry
She has a disease that we don’t understand She drinks the pain away as we wash our hands. Us kids we sit and watch her pain She drinks the pain away and has nothing to gain My mother, you see, is a beautiful woman She drinks the pain away but it doesn’t...
by Christie Bowman | Dec 15, 2007 | Poetry
He is my friend He is my lover He is everything I need to be a great mother He is a soldier Brave and Strong He makes me feel As if I belong He touches my heart In ways you’ll never see Somehow, this wonderful man belongs to me As he serves for our freedom In...
by Christie Bowman | Dec 14, 2007 | Poetry
I got the call that he would be going to Korea My eyes filled with tears and I had to find a way to tell the children. He is my best friend and my husband but more than that he is a Daddy. I told the kids, they were all of 11, 9, 3, and 1 The older two cried and the...
