Deborah Leah Krempa > Writing | WritersCafe.org

M ichael I never followed your career. C an't say I was a true fan but I listened to your music now and then. H ow do I write a fitting tribute to..

B ut mama, it's so cold outside U nsure of where I'll mysleep tonight or get a bite to eat T he streets are dangerous and I am but a child M ama..

T he seeds of my misfortune H ave held my heart a prisoner E xpressions of my sadness dare I tell S tories that my life has held E xcrutiatingl..

O ut of loneliness I have found you U naware of the danger of loving me T he way you want it to be between us,baffles me O ffering me the gift of..

A s my children watched in horror their father and step-father beat me S o many times I can't count how often it happened over the span of both M ..

W ords I whispered T he day we wed H esitated for a moment and then I said I do T hen he turned and spoke the same vows to me H alf heartedly ..

A sentimental journey down old lover's lane S tepping back in time and spending sweet memories with you E xpressions of ecstacy caught up in poeti..

(dedicated to my son Robert S. Krempa/killed by a drunk driver 4/15/07)

T orn between two lovers O ldies but goodies playing on the radio R eminding me of a time in my life N ot so long ago B eing so attached to one..

F rom a caterpillar to a butterfly am I R eflections of my own personal thoughts O n religion and spirituality M etamorphis of a change taking pla..