Time is borrowed. Each moment is taken by someone or something. The moments we think are our own are spent doing something for another. There are times, we may slip away for a stolen moment or two, wishing there was more of it, hoping against all hope not to have to return to business as usual. Moments in time flashing, fading, taunting our memories. Pieces of time teasing us, calling us, needing us, savings us, making us who we are. Time is the keeper and taker of man.
I'm a wife, a mother, a writer, and a friend. I enjoy sharing feelings, experiences and my poetry. There are many things that I am good at, but I'm sure there are just as many things that I am bad at. I try hard not to judge for we know no one is perfect. I can however say that although I have a great deal of patience, sometimes the patience tank runs dry. If you value me, I will always value you.
Here I will share some of my poetry, my opinions along with some of my stories. I hope you enjoy(ed) your visit to poetsareangels.com. If you read and liked what you saw, please hit the LIKE button. Always feel free to leave friendly comments. Please no vulgarity as my teenagers frequent this site. "Happiness is the pathway to a memorable existence." Felina
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The Writings of Felina Silver Robinson 