I love writing poetry it soothes the soul and makes you think.  It brings out your inner self and aids you in understanding life; the how and the why.  Poetry brings out your love, your hate, your anger, your sadness, your expression of gladness.  I decided to share some of my poems.... Hope you enjoy them.

My husband of thirty-eight years served in Vietnam and has since contracted lung cancer from Agent Orange.  He had one lobe of his lung removed and then four years later they had to remove his whole left lung. I often ask myself; why him?  Why did he have to fight in Vietnam, what was if for?  Why the wars now?  I have found that in writing poetry I can sometimes find the answer.  I found the answer.  Only God knows the answer.  And you shall hear of wars and rumours of wars.  See that you are not troubled:  Matthew 24:6. to everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:  Ecclesiastes 3:2. A time to love, and a time to hate; A time of war, and a time of peace: Ecclesiastes 3:8. Late at night a few years ago I heard on the news that a little old blind man, with a cane, walked out on the street in Iraq and was shot down.  A casualty of war.  Again....what for?  Why?  I sat down and began to write the poem below.....

Freedom Fight We fight for freedom every day. We do this in many ways. In our hearts, our home, our world. Be sure, our vision never blurs. Women fight for freedom's rights. Men fight to protect that right! Old man walking with a cane. He's shot down in freedom's name. Is it right? Some say yes! The price we pay, is my guess. Some cry out, no more war! No more war:  What the heck is it for? It's for freedom... and it comes from above. God sent it to Noah on the wings of a dove. Some try to take it.  Yes, take it away. They want to play God, if just for a day. God wants us to have the freedom he gave. The evil one take's it in the holy one's name. We need this freedom, precious to all. Are we good? Are we bad? God don't let us fall. Only in freedom can God distinguish who's wrong or who's right. He searches our soul in the dead of the night. So as time marches on we will pay the price. For this thing called freedom.  It's a God-given right.                                        by Toni White Published 2003 'Theatre of The Mind' Noble House Publishers, Leytonstone, London

A few years ago one of my daughters was having problems with a relationship and she was at my house asking what should she do?... and after she left I wrote this funny little poem, took me a whole five minutes.  To my surprise; I sent it in and it was published in 'Letters from the Soul' series by The International Library of Poetry!

Should She Stay? Should she flee or should she stay? We don't know about yesterday. What did happen in the town. Maybe all her feelings were drowned. Murky water gliding thick, should we stir it with a stick? It could smell just a bit. All her feelings go 'round and 'round like the water till she's drowned. Her soul searches for the truth. Should she call Dr. Ruth? She has problems no one knows. Should she stay, should she go.