Country Colored Memories
When you miss laughing with your daughtersIt’s ok to Cry a river; it’s only puddles of water The Days are gone. You cannot reclaimLife moves on, bringing a harsher game The only comfort is in knowingDaughter’s lives are in front...
My Achilles heel is MondaysI don’t want to let go of my Sundays I always feel a shiver of anxietyWhen Monday is in front of me It is just an ordinary day, you sayMost feel that way; that’s okay I...
When the Nest Is Empty A metal airplane sits on a stand right by his bed It was always the last thing he saw when he rested his small head Beside it sits a small wooden frame A picture of...
An Indian name is woven from the fabric of their birth From nature or a characteristic, or a trait for what that’s worth Cool Dawn could still remember the story of her name Her mother had told her from where...