Poems written by Diane

Diane Howard

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I'm me. I may misspell a few words every now and then but let's not be picky you know what I'm saying....facebook doesn't have spell check. Let's face it I write and without spell check I wouldn't be able to so don't correct me when I do. I am not perfect. I am an artist of crafts, a lover of all people except those who cannot be helped. I detest women or men who don't support their children or claim the children they have given birth to and I have a good reason for this. I love school and should have been a teacher but I can always go back. I'm not in the best relationship right now but it's not something I can back out of sometimes things in life aren't easy. I accept them as best I can and go on. I have enjoyed the ones I've met along the way who have gave me a little insite on life like Truman Hill, my Uncle Grady Stovall, and all the teachers I've had except a terrible student driver teacher---so if you are like him leave me alone I've got enough to deal with living with Timmie Howard for going on 33 years. Oh, to all you southerns that hated the word I said often, you guys, I didn't get the word hey! Besides I'm not a Yankee I'm a displaced Yankee with a southern upbringing try doing that in your life.

I Remember When

I Remember When ode

I reminisce Easter at our home was as important as Christmas. Mom surrounded our small apartment with the song, “Here Comes Peter Cottontail” I waited on the Easter Bunny as much as I did Santa but I would wake up