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Christmas Joy Another month and the year is about to endChristmas is a month awayLittle girls and boysEgarly count the days.
We rush aboutPreparingMaking listsOf Food,Of Christmas CardsOf DecorationsAnd gifts
Let us not forgetThe real meaning of ChristmasThe real Christmas joyA little boyThat lied in a mangerThe Christ, boy Child
So happy birthdayTo the birthday boyThe real Christmas joy.
Born to give us a second changeTo save us from sin.So this may we remember the reason for t... Read More
INVITATION A blank piece of paper Is a wonderful thing. I pick up my pen And let my imagination take wing. What comes out Isn't often quite right. But sometimes I feel My thoughts HAVE to take flight. Sometimes I write Of things that are sad, Like the heart searing sorrow Of losing my dad. Then I might write About a talking frog named Fool, Just to entertain my grandkids So they'll think Grandma's cool. I especially like trying To find the right phrase That ju... Read More
MOTHER'S DAY To all the moms on Mother's Day For a job so hard it merits hazard pay But money or no, we get our reward In living a life in which we're never bored The single moms have it especially hard Never knowing which way fate will toss out the cards "Am I raising them right? Will they all be ok? I could sure use a job--I certainly need more pay!" Why do we do it? People ask this of us. How can you stand all the mess and the fuss? Then two little arms creep around your neck And two wet li... Read More
Let Us.... Let us sit on the rocks by the edge of the strand;
Let us watch as the waves lap the soft golden sand.
Let us hear the low bell as it tolls on the sea;
Let us know that our favourite time will soon be. Let us watch as the sun slowly sinks in the west;
Let us now of the cares of the day be divest.
Let us hear high above the shrill cry of the gull;
And the beat as the waves slap against an old hull. Let us slip through the door from the bri... Read More
He laid the first stones, I did my part
The wall seemed to rise out of nothingness
To block the view of what once was.
This time there is no looking back
To what there was before.
Oh, its still there I'd imagine.
And maybe always will be.
In the dim dark shadows
Of what once was.
Hidden now behind a wall
Of cold hard stone.
I once pledged to him "no strings"
His only pledge was honesty.
We both held firm to our words.
T... Read More