The first 30 people to donate here
http://www.gofundme.com/75ey64
and email me their mailing address here
will receive
A REAL 4 LEAF CLOVER
that I personally picked on St. Patty’s day this year and have since dried in one of my writing books! Not all 30 were picked at the same time, so those ones will go to the most generous donations, the rest have been picked throughout the last year from All Over the Map, see I find Clovers All Over, but I also have Clovers All Over Me!
Lieland is 3 years old and suffers from epilepsy, his Mother (my friend and ex co-worker) Sheena suffers from SSMS: Struggling Single Mom Syndrome. In all seriousness she is having a very hard time not only coping with the diagnosis of her son, but now the actual act of getting him to and from the hospital for MRI scans and specialist appointments.
She lives over an hour drive from said hospital. The worst part for her is now depending on others to get herself and her children safely there and back. Sheena is a very independent person, who generally won’t let anything stand in her way of remaining so. She could walk or bus where ever she needed to get with her boys until now. There is a fine she couldn’t afford to pay off a couple of years ago due to the SSMS. She had almost completely forgotten it existed.
Now the insurance company has piled on mass amounts of interest to the already too expensive fee she already has to pay! She has been paying it off for 7 months and the amount owed has only gone down $800. She still owes over $2000 so as you can see at this rate it won’t be paid off for almost 3 years!
She was given a day notice that her son was scheduled for an MRI March 22nd. She got a ride with a family member there, when they arrived tho Leiland had a seizure forcing them to put the MRI off and almost meaning they had to spend the night in the hospital. When they were finally given the ok to go home Sheena called her friend who was going to pick her up earlier without realizing said friend had to work, she was planning to pick them up, drop them off then head straight to work. Sheena and her boys then waited for their ride at the hospital for 5 Hours!
For those of you who saw my previous post on the same topic, thank you for yet again reading this one. I have no job no money at all, I can’t offer much help in that respect. What I do have is my blog, my Google+, Tumblr, my Facebook Page and Group, as well as a Facebook Group I just started for Sheena, my Twitter account, my website with her Gofundme account link to share on every one!
If you can’t afford to donate you can still help,
I wanted to personally thank D.J. Whisenant from thesewordsiwrite2012.wordpress.com for the one and only share I am aware of from my last post via Twitter, tho I believe he has now shut that account down in hopes to have a more personal connection with people or I would share the link to that as well. I do like the idea tho of more personal connections so good on him!
Thanks everyone and God bless!
The winners will be picked at random and you will get to pick your own clover from the collection displayed below. From one’s I picked so long ago that have been dried in my writing books then later placed with good copies of my poems to ones that are literally still growing in the ground that I will personally hand pick for you! The best part is along with your lucky clover you will also recieve a personalized autographed copy of your choice of my poems, found here or at cloversallover.com Good Luck everyone and have a safe and insanely awesome St. Pat’s **$2 Entry fee CAD FREE Shipping ** Check out the link for more pictures
Down by the river pickin’ up some heart rocks
No music, just a few friends, even fewer talks
Serenity sensationally silencing, surprisingly
Lost in awe, thoughts contained, far from drained
Energy in fact picking up with the winds whim
Worries turn to wonders
While the wisdom washes away all cares
Nothing like the feeling of the crisp morning air
Chills to the bone like ripples around the crashing waves
Almost reminiscent of more youthful days
Soft soothing sloshing sounds slowly seeping in subconsciously
Finding myself reminding myself not to listen too intently
So easily I can get lost in my own thoughts
The mind almost begging for the change in the air to rub off
Hours can pass as quickly as the clouds
If I get caught in a daze
Sometimes it’s hard to see thru the misty morning haze
Even on some of the clearest days
©2014 Shavon Taylor @ Cloversallover.com
©2014 Shavon Taylor CloversAllOver.com
Windless whispers
Rustling sound of hushed secrets
Lost in the dusk
That twilight hour Before night gives way to black darkness
The scariest time of all
Lone dew drop in a desert
The last chance of survival
Can’t let those big fish swallow you no
So small and insignificant you seem imaginatively
Immensely winding woods
Tightly knit forest of dreams
Thoughts pop to memories
New beginnings from sad endings
A fog has drifted, dispersed
Slowly slippin on this slope
Up about it all I will float
Looking down, wondering, hoping, considering
Change is in the breeze
Change no longer a disease
Shifting slightly, Walking, talking lightly
Letting it all just fall
This time it must work
This time I’ll find the answers to it all
©2014