McCrae began writing poetry when he was a student at the Guelph Collegiate Institute and also showed an early interest in joining the military. At the age of fourteen, he joined the Highfield Cadet Corps and enlisted in a militia field battery three years later. When he was sixteen, he graduated from the Guelph Collegiate Institute and won a scholarship to the University of Toronto, where he studied for three years. He was forced to take a year off due to severe asthma, a chronic illness he would struggle with for the rest of his life.
I loss my Sister and Best Friend! It's so hard knowing I must go on and live the rest of my life without you It hit me like a rock! It helps knowing that you are no longer in pain and suffering anymore and your with Mommy, Daddy and Little Jimmy I will go to my grave never missing a day thinking of you I lost my sister 4 years back but still I miss her every day.
She suddenly went during pregnancy. My niece is there with us now. Anyways I really appreciate you for writing such a beautiful poem and may your sister stay rest in peace. I know I'll never see or feel that Brother and sister bond.
I know I'll never hear her beautiful voice or see her perfect face again. I'll never see those big blue pretty eyes or her blonde silky hair again. She was nice, kind, thoughtful. Her name was Grace, I understand why that's her name.
But the moment I lost her I couldn't help her, because she was suffering from stroke and diabetes she couldn't move she couldn't beneath her last words were help me, oh how it struck me in the heart to know I'd never see her again there's a hole in my heart and she will always be remembered in my heart and my heart always if you're reading this thank you!
But you'll never see me happy again after this and I feel good about sharing this because I know my sister is looking down at me from heaven. I can remember those big beautiful blue eyes and that blonde silky hair of hers.
She was the perfect sister to love and always will be. I will always cherish the time I spent with her!
She was my best friend. We both always knew what the other was thinking and I would be over her house all the time. Sometimes we would talk and lose track of time and it would be so late that I just ended up sleeping over- even though I only live 5 min away. It is so difficult moving forward.
We had so many "traditions" and we would even talk about how when we got old "we would not be boring! Diana Alvarado - I read your comment and feel like we have so much in common. People always say "take it one day at a time", but it's like, that's easier said than done!
Belinda- I love your poem- it is beautiful!! I'm 14 years old and my sister died 3 months ago. She was only My sister was hit by a car when we were walking across the street to go to the mailbox when a truck hit her.
He did not mean to hit her she dropped the key to the mailbox and went to go pick it up and got hit. She was my bestest friend my everything but she's in gods arms now. I don't know what I'm going to do with my life without her. My sister passed away when she was 13 and I was 10 in a freak golf cart accident.
There's not a day that goes by that I don't miss her and think about her and I'm now 28 years old. Your sister is with you every day and is watching over you. I know it's so hard and feels like a bad dream but you'll get stronger and live for her.
I talk to my sister everyday and pray to her.—Issa Rae Everybody Black is my hometown team. Everybody Black dropped the hottest album of the year, easy. Everybody Black is in this show, so I’m watching. Everybody Black is in this movie, so I’m watching. Mary Rita Schilke Korzan wrote a poem to her mother 24 years ago, thanking her for all she had done as a mother, friend, and role model.
She gave the poem to her mother and, a few months later, offered it as a tribute when Mary and her husband were married. I would sit on the street corners in my hometown of Indianola, Mississippi, and I would play.
And, generally, I would start playing gospel songs. People would come by on the street - you live in Time Square, you know how they do it - they would bunch up.
Home Poems. Email; Share; Poetry about Home "Home is the place when you go there, they have to take you in." In western society, most people move away from their family of origin. Poem About My Roots. I'm from rifles, From footballs and shotguns.
I'm from the dirt and grass on my farm, From the four wheeler that I can still remember. Read. THE BUILDER: I saw them tearing a building down A team of men in my hometown. With a heave and a ho and a yes yes yell, they swung a beam and a sidewall fell.
American Life in Poetry: Column BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE. I live in Nebraska, where we have a town named Homer. Such a humble, homely name and, as it happens, the poet Donal Heffernan is from Homer, and here’s his .