Country Colored Memories
Watching June bugs on a warm summer night
They hit the window pane as they dance to the light
on a lazy June bug night
They’ll flap two sets of sturdy wings
As you quietly rock on your front porch swing
Listening to the music of their flapping wings sing
What a lazy June bug night
she wears herself out just buzzing around
when she tires out, and she’s belly up on the ground
No more dancing now. She won’t make a sound
On this lazy June bug night
Irish Mo chroí (moh Kree)– translated meansmy heartFrom the first breath, each had a unique start So many personalities, yet the heart beats as oneI will never stop loving them until my life is done The ups and downsSmiles and...
Milestone markers along the wayMeasuring achievements every day Taking unfulfilled goals off a shelfYears pass by, untouched by yourself Always there in the back of your mindStumbling blocks kept feet Intwined Doubts and fears always knocked you downStill, today some...
I never had my heart stolen by anyone so grandas when I was three and discovered my sweet granddad my memories only go back to when I was threeIt was my first real memory that, to this day, I could...
The woman recalls a time in her young life at schoolwhen she was in second grade, the teacher thought it would be cool if each child wrote a story about their mothersomething sweet, special from some time or another The...