Hello and welcome to my world of thoughts, granted some are not all together yet. Please excuse the mess while I get everything sorted out and on here. I will be updating this page as often as I can with more poems and short stories.

Well here is just a little bit about me. My name is Shannon, I am 31 years old. I am married and have 6 kids. Yes I said 6. Four of which live with their father in another state. I recently found a new hobby in making web pages. I have made several web pages lately. Although this is the first about me and things I like.

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I have learned through hard hours of redoing things that the best way is simply by trying until you get it right. This being said all the images on this page are mine of which I would appreciate you not taking and using them without asking me first. The poems and short stories are my sole property and copywrited so please enjoy them but do not take them without giving me the credit for my work.

"CLOSE YOUR EYES, I'LL BE THERE"

When your sad, remember...

Close your eyes, I'll be there.

In the morning light,

Close your eyes, I'll be there.

In the evening shade,

Close your eyes, I'll be there.

To the wife I love,

Close your eyes, I'll be there.

For all the children I adore,

Close your eyes, I'll be there.

Don't miss me, just....

Close your eyes, I'll be there.

Shannon Nichols 1997

Each of the poems I write usually have a story behind them. Close your eyes, I'll be there is a special poem for me and my family. My husbands father on Easter Sunday of '97, was crying when we walked in the house. He looked at us and said he knew how he wanted to say goodbye. He wanted a poem written with the words Close your eyes, I'll be there. That evening my mother-in-law and I ended up taking him to the hospital, he had severe heart disease and was in pain. The next day he asked me about the poem and I told him I would get to it soon, his reply was "you don't have any paper now?" I wrote this poem on a scratch piece of paper I found in the ICU waiting room and gave it to him. When he read it we all cried, then he looked at his wife and told her he wanted her to read it at his funeral. He passed away two days later on the operating table.