Country Colored Memories
The wind through the weeping willows
As she shakes her spindle, she billows
Like a dancing ballerina on her tiptoes
Filtering here and there, on her feet flows
We sit and stare for more moments
In a trance from her dancing event
The wind through the weeping willows
Watching it makes me so mellow
It’s my favorite tree. I find it quite calming
It’s a beauty to watch as a breeze brings
The wind ripping through the weeping willow
She will never disappoint as she puts on a show
Loving your child is unconditionalimperfections and all The days of their youth storedIn your upstairs memory doors Memories of picnics and lazy daysGlad you took the time to play The way she held her headThe smile she has makes it...
You could see the pain in dads eyesAs children, we asked him so many whys The answer to our questions askedHe answered through pain masked I did not realizeThe pain in dads eyes It wasn’t from answering our questionsBut was...
breath taker The morning breaker on an ocean wideAs the sun runs across the horizon; it shines Kinetic energy twirling and risinga wall of powerclimbing,climbing wait for the peak at the topreaches a crescendo, then briefly stops With a waving...
The love for a mother is a tender thingthe feeling in your heart when you hear her sing even when she’s in the kitchen doing her cookingsomehow you just can’t stop from looking there’s a smile on her face it...