Be present and ClearHave trusted friends near Some days I’m lost and goneI pull up a happy memory song The days rolled by fastIt turned out they could not last Our running steps now slowIt’s how the aging process goes My face is now present and clearI’m trying to look past...
My sister was a musical little girlWhen she was small, she would Shimmy up next to daddy’s legWhile his fiddle sound filled our world Sister inherited daddy’s genesShe played guitar the bestYou ever seen Sister couldn’t read a noteShe played music by ear, TheLyrics she sat and wrote Sister Star started...
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 now, growing Most days, you fill with little distractionsTo stop your...
A goad in Hebrew means literally “the thing that teaches A goad is a pointed stick, sometimes metal-tipped, used in driving cattle or an animal used in plowing. The stubborn animal that resists the pricks of the goad by kicking against it does not get any relief but only harms itself. ...
In farming and gardening, to hoe a row is to turn a line of soil for planting seeds or bulbs— A tough row to hoe describes an enormous, challenging task. A tough row might be lengthy or involve hoeing dirt with lots of rocks or roots. A tough figurative row to...
It was puzzles or cardsPlaying Tag in the yard No devices that distractOur family was intact We had Carefree daysIt was our hillside way Playing until darkOur yard was our park Country life was a slower raceWe lived each day at our own pace We picked bluebonnets orIndian paints Down the...
Make me smileFor a little while Point my dayTo the best way I need a colorful sceneTo keep bad days unseen Please give me a reason toKeep holding on to you I love orange and redIt comforts my head So color my smileWith memory to file The colorful days won’t lastSoon...
When pain is deeper than a wellYou will long for someone to tell You Bury the pain deep insideNot trusting anyone to confide You reason this, too, shall soon passGet through the day and hope it goes fast Your world has changedLife seems rearranged Some things you never reclaimDon’t wallow in...
It’s a soothing thingOur front porch swing The back-and-forth motionLike the sway of an ocean The conversations taking placeAs you swing, keeping pace Visitors will come and goWhile Big Sister sits and sews Always content to Share a seatWith neighbors across the street Sitting, rockingA little bit of talking Come on...
