A World Without | Myrna Migala

In a world without a Hello, there would be no Goodbye.

If there were no Beginning, there would be no End,

Or Past without a Present.

In a world without Low, there would be no High.

If there were no First, there could be no Last, or

Without a winner, there would be no Loser.

If there were no Virtue, there would be no Guilt.

In a world without Truth, there can be no Lie,

If there were no God, there would be no Us.


Myrna started writing in her elderly years, too busy raising children before many birthdays.   Writing poems and fiction is new in her life; therefore, she humbly boasts of nothing except her desire to express herself as a grandmother of many.
 Her writings can be read on her blog.  https://myforever.blog/
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Where is Perry Mason when you need him?| Myrna Migala

“Why should I believe, as you say, did not do it!

“Because I didn’t do it; I was on the other side of town when it happened, an hour away.”

“Yes, but to drive only takes minutes.”

“I walked, so don’t blame me.”

“I know it was you.

“Prove it!”

“I awoke, ran to the window, noticed the door was closed, a short time later the door was opened. Who opened the door? Minutes later, it was there; AND so were you. You did it!

“Did not!”

“That birthday cake for me just didn’t appear; you put it there.”


Myrna started writing in her elderly years, too busy raising children before many birthdays.   Writing poems and fiction is new in her life; therefore, she humbly boasts of nothing except her desire to express herself as a grandmother of many.
 Her writings can be read on her blog.  https://myforever.blog/
Or Poem Hunter @  https://www.poemhunter.com/member/poems/?order=title&search=

Follow that path! | Myrna Migala

Arriving finally at the shore of a large lake, the children were excited. “We can see across the water,” they said!

“Look, see that home. It looks so tall and scary.”

“There is a footpath, and we can walk all around the lake to the other side; what an adventure. We will pack a lunch and go tomorrow.”

They followed the path the next day; within a few hours, they were in front of that large home, now looking across the water to where they came.

“Look! Across the water, there is that scary house again!”


Myrna started writing in her elderly years, too busy raising children before many birthdays.   Writing poems and fiction is new in her life; therefore, she humbly boasts of nothing except her desire to express herself as a grandmother of many.
 Her writings can be read on her blog.  https://myforever.blog/
Or Poem Hunter @  https://www.poemhunter.com/member/poems/?order=title&search=