Life flows fastdays fly byBut never last on to tomorrow, you gono time to sit and watchthe show until the time your breathBecomes heavy too many tears they breakthe levy cherish each dayand act in a way with mercy and kindnessSo your road isn’t mindless many walk this road of lifeFill...
I saw a rose in winterStanding tall, displaying rare beauty it reminded me of my motherLike an Oak tree straight and steady Surviving the snows that cover her onlymakes Her bold The rose will hold its value in winterpure as liquid gold Mother, you made memoriesEven against the elements Fourteen children...
Walking down the highway of lifewill bring some smiles and some strife Most days, your view is grandStill, other days Are quite bland Lifes highway provides many viewsIt is up to you what color you choose is your road dark and drearyOr reds blazing bright and fiery Not all roads are...
little boys play for the momentsNever concerned over time spent As they climb up treesTheir muscles work with ease Little boys always are proneTo falls and sometimes broken bones Yet, they pick themselves upThey move on to bigger jumps young boys are just little menStoring Life skills for when they’ll need...
The homesteaders’ prized possessionwas his Windmill on the plains Bringing water to his crops by handhad been his most significant pain With shifting winds, they worked so wellA water pump the Windmill was swell Watering the crops and animals, and if you wanted the wife to cook you needed the luxury...
Back in the summer of 1964I turned ten playful days as a childwould not return again That was the year I realizedI no longer looked through youthful eyes The world around me forever changedThe girl, now ten, was rearranged satellites, Cuba, and The Beatleswords I now understood I would have stayed...
Through the agesMany footprint pages God’s book becomes filledAs lives quietly are stilled Leaving their DNA blueprintFor a spectacular future event Generations will seeEternal life will finally be
My mother wore an apron over every dress she hadIt wasn’t to put on a fashion show or start a trendy fad My mama was a model but not the fashion plate kindA fancy dress and high heels on her you wouldn’t find She walked the runway daily and tirelessly; I...
As the wind blows through the half barren trees December sets in with a stiff but gentle ease The leaves left are blowingsoon they will be going Trees all bareI only stare A sadness settles in my mindI somehow can’t find The excitement in a barren treeThat others love to see...
