Patricia B. Hepler : Writing

Weary, Tired

Weary, Tired

A Poem by Patricia B. Hepler


Weary, tired. My heart is full of pain and grief, do not know when I'll have relief. Weary. Tired. Family scattered to the winds When will all ..
The Good Old Days

The Good Old Days

A Poem by Patricia B. Hepler


Grandpa, tell me about the good old days Did you work? Did you play? Just what did you do all day? Did you catch lightning bugs andsave themin ..
Soul Suicide

Soul Suicide

A Poem by Patricia B. Hepler


All the children, keeping quiet Not a sound they make. Always, alone, by themselves… A silence they cannot break. To tell someone- ANYONE..

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