Poems by Pearl Leona Sturgis
poem count: 217 | pages: 25 | first place: 2 times | second place: 3 times | finalist: 24 times
marry Christmas
When my Granddaughter Nicole handed me an ornament for the Christmas Tree she spelled Merry with an A,,,that inspired me to write this poem... Too much rushing around.
When my Granddaughter Nicole handed me an ornament for the Christmas Tree she spelled Merry with an A,,,that inspired me to write this poem... Too much rushing around.
He's The Reason
This is another poem inspired after hearing a message from Mount Zion Baptist pastor in Brogue, PA.
This is another poem inspired after hearing a message from Mount Zion Baptist pastor in Brogue, PA.
Facing My Today
I wrote Facing my Today when my husband was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. He tried to convince me to prepare facing life without him.
I wrote Facing my Today when my husband was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. He tried to convince me to prepare facing life without him.
Sting of Providence (part 3)
The night of the eclipse December 2010 I woke up with moonlight shining in my face and finished the odyssey which began in May when I had been diagnosed with breast cancer. I'm still being checked till May 2012 monthly but all is still clear.
The night of the eclipse December 2010 I woke up with moonlight shining in my face and finished the odyssey which began in May when I had been diagnosed with breast cancer. I'm still being checked till May 2012 monthly but all is still clear.
Sting of Providence (part 2)
I wrote part 2 of Sting of Providence in August 2010 the day after surgery of my breast cancer. I was just so thankful for all the prayers that went up to God on my behalf.
I wrote part 2 of Sting of Providence in August 2010 the day after surgery of my breast cancer. I was just so thankful for all the prayers that went up to God on my behalf.
Sting of Providence (Part 1)
An odyssey with 3 parts written for the caretakers who helped to save my life as I went through treatments for breast cancer at Apple Hill Medical Center. This is part 1.
An odyssey with 3 parts written for the caretakers who helped to save my life as I went through treatments for breast cancer at Apple Hill Medical Center. This is part 1.
Only in the Picture
After my husband died I got up every morning and talked to his picture. One morning it became clear to me that I must move on with my life. That's when I wrote this poem.
After my husband died I got up every morning and talked to his picture. One morning it became clear to me that I must move on with my life. That's when I wrote this poem.
Where are the Nine?
I was inspired by the story of Jesus healing the lepers. I think I forget to remember to be thankful so much in daily happenings.
I was inspired by the story of Jesus healing the lepers. I think I forget to remember to be thankful so much in daily happenings.
Our Days are all Numbered
I wrote this poem long ago on New Years Eve. Life is too short to be unhappy,
I wrote this poem long ago on New Years Eve. Life is too short to be unhappy,
