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Watching the bright moon,
Up in the sky above me,
You are always near
By Marylou - 1997
Mind, Body, Heart ,Soul
You know true love when it hurts...
Will you ease my pain?
By Marylou - 1997
MOM
helpful, beautifulhelping, fixing, caring
purple, necklace, scarf, earrings
working, talking, trying
happy, favorite
MINE!
By Brian C. Liburdi - 1997
Soul Mate
people talk, but none are listening.
They all want to be
the center of attention.
I tried to tell them how I feel
but no one listened.
I’ve listened to them all and tried to help.
They took what I gave them
and the came back for more.
As I sit here in a room full of people,
I am alone.
I wait for someone to hear me.
I ask God for guidance and he showed me.
He showed me how to not be alone.
A bell goes off.
I listen.
I answer.
God has showed me the way.
He sent me to you.
One who would listen.
Who knows what I am feeling…
Understanding what I need.
You know how I give without wanting in return.
You want to listen to me…
…as I want to listen to you.
You want to be there for me…
…as I want to be there for you.
God has made you the other part of my soul,
My Soul Mate…
…Now I’m not alone.
By Marylou - 1997
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MARYLOU LIBURDI CHAPMAN
I was born on January 27, 1962 (Aquarius)...in Mount Kisco, New York. I grew up in Bedford Hills, New York.
In a family of six, I was the oldest child of four children. I have two brothers and a sister.
I graduated from Fox Lane High School in 1980. I then gave the U.S. Air Force seven years and 3 months as a Computer Operator.
I am married and I have three children, Two boys and a girl.
Other married names were Chandler and Nerheim.
YOU
I met a stranger the other day,
I only knew him by what he might say.
He made me laugh,he made me smile,
It was like I knew him all the while.
We talked for hours on our machines,
We asked each other about our lives and dreams.
We listened to what the other had to say,
We had a round of Q & A.
Even though we're miles away,
I meet him here so we can play.
by Marylou - 1997
FAMILY
they couldn't care less if I were here or there...
I waited so long for one off them to care...
we've lost so much time in the past...
I figure they'd hang on to what they got...
but to my despair...not...with each generation after...
missing out on the true love that we all forgot...
we have so much to learn from one another...to make us better...
not to falter...each rich in there own...must we not forget...
the glue that bonds us...is still there yet...
let us open our eyes to see what we've got...not to miss anymore...
the riches forgot...
By Marylou - 1997
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