They call me Alaurilee

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I've been writing poetry from the age of 12. It has, and always will be my outlet, my voice. Join me on my journey . . . I can write about almost anything. :) ~ Life doesn't come with a shiny new book; no users manual of answers to find with one look. Life comes with doors that open and shut; and paths laid before us to be followed or passed up. There's things we can learn and things we may teach; hearts that may find us and souls we may reach. Guaranteed on this journey are teacups of tears; and pains that might hurt us may age us by years. But the beauty of life, love, laughter and giving; come from serving hugs on a platter each and every day we're living. ~

Monday, November 8, 2010

Wishing Well for Life

                    Picture from Google Images

A wishing well . . .
I thought would be great,
encouraging all to participate.

A virtual well . . .
drop in coins and dreams.
My mission you see, is more than it seems.

I wear a hat . . .
It has so many faces.
They show my survival and the tell-tale traces.

A survivor . . .
With the traces it left on me.
And the scars it left on my family.

A chair person . . .
'Relay for Life' with a passion.
Proud to support in our local fashion.

Online coordinator . . .
twitter, facebook and more.
I'll rally for a cure, its what we fight for.

Team Captain . . .
I proudly cheer on my crew.
You do it for me, I'll do it for you.

A little reminder . . .
Were here to raise money.
To find a cure and save somebody's honey.

A wishing well . . .
Sits before you and me.
Drop in your coins, hope is free.


My friend Heather needed my help. She needed a poem that explained her role with her local Relay for Life.

This poem is written from her view....

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