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When it''d rain and with eight of us kids indoors plus a few friends, it was up to me to give them all an outlet for their energies. This one always w... Our granddaughter, Rayana designed a book mark and won first place in a third grade contest. She is an “All American Girl” who deserves recognition fo... Our trip is two days away and little Zeke is so excited to be going to the Bahamas to swim with the Dolphins. We are so thankful his wish was grant... Roses are red, the thorns will make your hands bleed, still it's the whole flower that you need. a poem written shortly after being temporary custody of my small granddaughter My daughter posted this poem on her myspace and gave me permission to reprint it here. Every once in awhile you may hear a song that touches your heart and make you cry. When ever we hear Remember When by Alan Jackson I can''t help but ... Portrayal 10. The struggle with pessimism and depression. Destructive forces are at work in the cities and across the land; threats and lies never lea... On October 30, 2004, cancer took my husband just days before our 40th anniversary. He was a good, kind, honest, and loving man who did a lot of ''liv...
Hi ... yet another Non-poem, but put in verse form ... is it 'Free-Verse' ? I dun'no ...
Anyway, I tried to capture the essence of a truly FUN week... Hello Rhonda''s friends...today is her precious grandson''s birthday...I thought we should send him special greetings from the Den. He''s a special 17... "Surprise with eyes of warning / There lies another in my narrow bed / Good night star bright good morning / Wait for me mother: the others are dead" Man did I screw up. Ruby, Ava''s 3 year old sister sent a wonderful picture too and I failed miserably to acknowledge her work.
We''ll call it Ruby''... Rule #1...
The Government Lies
The Milatary Lies
The War Machine Makers Lie
and men die
Rule #2...
The Polititions Son Won't Go
The Generals Son Won'... Mom had no choice but to escape my fathers violent ways, so she ran with her babies. A poem written especially for Grand Father''s not just on Father''s Day but for special events that honor who he really is. |
