Vivian Kirkfield’s #50 Precious Words Writing Challenge. Zigzagging through summer air, You dive in my curly hair. In my cup, on my food— Small, black, and really rude. Now you buzz in my ear, “Shoo, fly—get out of here!” You don’t listen; I take a stand. Now you’re smeared upon my hand. Gross!
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May
May
Several years ago I began a journey to find my “why.” While exploring, I came to understand and believe that we have two primary emotions: love and fear. Every other emotion stems from one of these. Worry, anger, anxiety, judgement, jealousy, resentment, and doubt originate from fear. Joy, peace, happiness, confidence, hope, honesty, and […]
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Mar
Mar
March is literacy month. It’s a great time to recognize and acknowledge the gift of reading and writing. On a shelf in my basement sits a clear bin, filled to the top with objects that tell a story. A pair of oversized rose-rimmed glasses, prescribed after intentionally failing an eye exam. Headgear that made […]
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Feb
Feb
I recently traveled to Nicaragua to aid with repairs in a medical clinic and surrounding community. On the first day, our group of 39—20 adults and 19 kids—loaded into vans outside our hotel in Managua and drove southwest to the small village of El Crucero. The 40-minute drive finished at the end of a dirt […]
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Nov
Nov
Watch Jeannine Bernardi discuss A Friendship Forever on NBC 9 News.
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Nov
Nov
Mom and Dad, you have no idea How beautiful it is up here. I flew to heaven with wings of gold; I know it’s hard, for I was young, not old. God called me home, he needed me. I’m up here helping—happy and free. On earth I was an angel to you; Now I’m one […]
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Nov
Nov
God made me with his own two hands And said to me, “I have a plan.” “You will travel down to Earth To become whole through childbirth.” “Although you’ll stay a little while You’ll teach pure love and share your smile.” “Then I will call you back to me, And with wings of gold, you […]
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Nov
Nov
I gained my wings a year ago, And flew to heaven from down below. I had to leave real quick, you see— God was calling, he needed me. I have a job up here to do, And part of it is guiding you. I know you miss me, oh so much, But trust me you […]
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Nov
Nov
Twenty-seven bones, a palm and flesh Make up my hands that hardly rest. Today they’re small, but they will grow; They dig in dirt and shape Play-Doh. Reach them out, “Tag, you’re it!” Keep them to myself, they are not to hit. They hide my eyes when I’m afraid. I show you all the things […]
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Nov
Nov
Here in our Other Works section you will find a selection of poems and other work.