by Julie Ackerson

Although our paths be parted,
We've gone our separate ways,
There's a place in my heart where I'll remember,
All of those glorious days.

The days we played by the wayside,
And sat watching the ocean roll by,
The wind howls through the fir trees,
And on the hot sand we lie.

Those moments that we shared together
Are truly priceless indeed,
They are as a dusty book
That we will always reread

The pictures we took together
When we went to the movies that night
We sat on the couch together
Whispering in the candlelight.

Although you may be gone now,
And I may be here alone,
You may never know how,
You changed my definition of Home.

Things Unseen

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Ever since I was a little girl, I have wanted to be a writer. I have always loved the thought that my words matter. I have always loved the idea of writing what I could never say out loud. I was shy, I was sad, and worst of all, I knew it. My notebooks were my prized possession. Each one had it's own personality and when I needed a friend, I knew that I would always have one. Over time, and as technology evolved, those notebooks turned into files and those files turned into folders and then I realized that the internet existed. I could not only write whatever I wanted, but I could share it with the world. I could do anything; I could be anyone. And that's how I turned my dreams, into reality. My name is Julie, and this is my dream.

Last updated October 29, 2015