Brand new Blue Jeans Just a faded memory lurkingIn my brain Savored for a momentsuch a sweet refrain Takes me back to yesteryearA glimpse of time so clear Mother’s voice says, stand still boysThere’s plenty of time to play with toys Blue Jeans brand spanking newFour little boys, with no socks...
Mama, I will see you soon I think of you every June You left us in the summertime The details imprinted on my mind I remember the conversations exchanged siblings gathered around our voices strained Daddy’s head hung low on your last days Clinging to the memories of all your ways...
Funny how you remember that dayGuess old dreams came out to play Standing by the corner of the houseWaiting for brothers to come pounce Summer days begin echoing no more days of schoolTime to head to the creek, our countryside pool Seems so very many long years agoI guess it is...
The saying goodbyes are sadYou loved and gave life all you had The best years now are pastWe knew they wouldn’t last The time has ended for nowWe will meet again somehow We spent our days so EasilyPlotting life what we thought it should be The road ahead, it was always...
The best part of lifeis watching love grow Days sad, then from small voicesLaughter flows Even if no words between you are spokenYou silently connect love gives its token your older now the walls are silentno shadows of small limbs playing,long gone from sight ones so small and happy are nowSo...
Love speaks to the daughter of my heartThe first breath she drew was the start Brown eyes full of smilesI could look at her for miles She brought happiness to my daysA sweet child with no ugly ways She gathered friends like flowersIt was her calming, soothing power Something no other...
My brother Joel is a published Author. He has painstakingly researched our family history. It is a fascinating story that finds its mark in history in so many ways. It is a worthy read, one which I believe you will thoroughly enjoy. I’m posting a link below. https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B0DCVTBDVF/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?ie=UTF8&dib_tag=AUTHOR&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.dbuXtqMfrXaTNk1y7kd_0lGsx61jn_Xai0-Do1g7Mic.XctoYYuH_mFf9pkoCuIv28y0aAdGSRP59qUEomlkHBs&qid=&sr=
It’s funny the memories I thought carefully tucked away came to life for a few brief moments on this quiet rainy day A faint glimmer of red and gold Flashing colors hurrying to unfold Ears of corn, some yellow, some red It’s Indian corn, my grandad’s voice said I remember thinking...
Waiting to watch Mama Waltz againSitting here waiting with all her friends Mama’s last waltz took her so far awayBut Mama will waltz back soon on another day Under the gazebo erected just for herThere she patiently waits for her mister Together they will dance until their hearts are contentOut of...
