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| Carol DeVaney |
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| Author Romance Fiction |
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| "You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You must do the thing which you think you cannot do." ~ Eleanor Roosevelt ~ |
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| "Love is one moment in time, One moment of love is a lifetime." -Carol DeVaney |
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| Excerpt page will be updated shortly. In the meantime, please enjoy my poem, Love Is and a memory of one of my patients. Thanks for visiting. Please check back soon. |
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| When the poetic muse rears its head, I scramble for pen and paper to write down whatever comes. Below are two such musings written either before or directly after my ninety-year-old patient passed away. A man whose heart was bigger than any problem he encountered. A man who understood the giving of oneself, believed and practiced that we're all here to lend a hand in times of need. While his outlook on life had a profound affect on me . . . it is the love of my child and grandchild, Emaleigh Grace, that ultimately inspired LOVE IS. |
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| Love Is, REVIEWS Beautiful imagery! Loved this. ~Ed Kostro~ This is so beautiful. Love is all this, indeed. Great writing. ~John Bidwell~ You've found the words to describe what most of us strive to feel. ~Gary Gebert~ |
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| Love Is Love is a misty rain; The caress of a gentle breeze. Glistening snowflakes; A mountain in spring. A glorious sunset; Or in a summer's sky. A baby's touch; A soft voice. It is yielding; It is the moment just before dawn. It carries no force; It issues no pressure. Love is mellow; Ageless and unselfish. It is wisdom; With kindness. It is forgiving; Of imperfections. It is the calm; In the midst of a storm. It is the quiet; Of a hushed moment. Love does not scold; Nor rebuke. It is majestic; Not for the faint of heart. It is tender; Soft as a baby's skin. Trusting, honest; Consuming and strong; Love is ~Carol DeVaney |
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| Memories Have you ever met a True Southern Gentleman? They cherish their wives and hold their mothers in high esteem. They believe all things of God are sacred, and they honor the Ten Commandments. John Atkinson Flannery, was such a man. He was kind, honest; a man of strength, a man of character. A man novels are written about. I miss our talks, his wisdom and thoughtfulness. I remember snowy, thick hair, the twinkle in his eyes and hearty laughter. Moments of quiet, humor, sadness and joy. His life, spoke louder than words. Equally as important, was his appreciation of . . . the little things. -Carol DeVaney |
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