All of Me…Yesterday and Today

By Donna Marie Catino

The poems I have selected are mostly true to life personal experience, regarding
feelings of love, hurt, and desperation. Unusually hard to describe ways of thinking
put in writing regarding friendship, broken hearts, and relationships. My expression
of camoufl aged emotions bottled up inside. Some of the poems are just fi ctional
silly shorts. A number of these poems are feelings I had which came a little
too late to say in person and several that you just dont want to share with anyone.
Just a few simple poems that were my way to free my heart at any given time.
The pictures I have chosen are of my family,
including my animals and places we have journeyed to.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jun 8, 2009
• ISBN: 9781469122823

Donna Marie Catino

I started to write poetry I high school with the guidance of my English teacher: Nila Webster. Without her critiquing and encouragement I would not have continued pursuing writing from my heart. We keep in touch at least once a year (usually Christmastime). I am blessed to know her and continue to be in her debt. I graduated from Girls Catholic High School in Malden Mass in 1986. I took a few years off and went to work doing miscellaneous jobs. I went to College in 1993 for a Paralegal Program. I graduated with a certificate, but I never pursued working in the legal field. Currently I am a stay at home Mom and work part time as a book keeper for a glass company. I have been there for almost 10 years. My mother recently passed away in February of 2008. She mostly raised me alone and struggled a lot. She sacrificed so much for me. If I were to have one wish granted to me, I would wish for her existence again. I know that is selfish. She is my inspiration to write this book. I am forever grateful to her and wish she was here to share in my son’s life. She adored him and her him. They did not have enough time together. He speaks of her often whether it is from his dreams or just everyday playing. I am extremely thankful for that. I would not have achieved what I have nor would I be as good a mother to my son without her guidance. I hope her journey to the other side was as beautiful as her presence here was to my husband, son and me. I also hope she is still proud of me. My stepfather passed away in November 2004. I am really honored to say he was my Dad. My son was only 1 month old when he passed. I wish he could have known what a wonderful man he was. Writing from the heart came easy for me. I like a lot of others, bottle up feelings and have no way to express them. I found my release in writing poems. Since I was a child, I had always wished that I could have a talent. I am still looking for that talent today. I can say I was given a gift. And I am thankful that I can share it with you.

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All of Me…

Yesterday and Today

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Donna Marie Catino

Copyright © 2009 by Donna Marie Catino.

ISBN:         Hardcover                               978-1-4415-3164-3

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CONTENTS

I Don’t Mind

If Only Once

A Sonnet

The No Where Man

The Last Year of School

Truth

Amazing How I Found You

Birth

Anniversary

Time Heals All Wounds

Choices

Silence

Each Day

Hurt

Against Each Other

Why

The Dark

When

For My Friend Lisa I

To Be Able

Paths

Time Overdue

Mixed Emotions

Watching The Ocean

Softly I Leave You

Who Am I

Friend or Lover

Quiet Time

Holidays

Crack In The Door

You Mean So Much

Forever—Today

Where Are You

Fallen