Beatrice Boyle (Grandma Bea) : Writing

Why I write

Why I write

A Poem by Beatrice Boyle (Grandma ..


I write because I must!
My Destiny - Reflections

My Destiny - Reflections

A Poem by Beatrice Boyle (Grandma ..


What is our destiny - why are we here?
The Winter of my Life

The Winter of my Life

A Poem by Beatrice Boyle (Grandma ..


The Winter Of My Life Spring has come and gone Merrily on her way The once proud rows of daffodils Now lying in decay Summer’s beautifu..
Sweet Bird of Youth

Sweet Bird of Youth

A Poem by Beatrice Boyle (Grandma ..


Youth's promise betrayed!
Another Time - Another Place

Another Time - Another Place

A Poem by Beatrice Boyle (Grandma ..


Not all progress is for the best...I long for the simpler, safer way of life that prevailed in my childhood.
His Hand is on My Shoulder

His Hand is on My Shoulder

A Poem by Beatrice Boyle (Grandma ..


We are never alone..he is always there to guide us through our darkest moments, guiding us safely home.
Youth vs. Age

Youth vs. Age

A Poem by Beatrice Boyle (Grandma ..


We are never too old or too young to learn new things. For the old...keeping our minds attuned to what young people are thinking and achieving, keeps..
Who Speaks for the Children?

Who Speaks for the Children?

A Poem by Beatrice Boyle (Grandma ..


I am dishartened every tme I read an expose` of child services in the cities. Ir seems that the sheer number os these cases are overwhelming the syst..
Winter Vignette

Winter Vignette

A Poem by Beatrice Boyle (Grandma ..


Snow falling softy Mingles with my frozen tears On your crypt below
Candlelight and Roses

Candlelight and Roses

A Poem by Beatrice Boyle (Grandma ..


True love never dies...it transcends time and space.