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I know this is the poetry section, But I want to make sure I share this with you. Merry Christmas, my AD family! Reminiscing about the “Good Ol Days” is often a lot of fun, but trust me, everything about the old days wasn't all that glamorous. God bless'er!! And God bless YOU, too, and my gratitude to all of you who have held me over recent weeks and months in your love and prayers. It was... "Child of La Mancha" Our newest family explorer My grandaughter is running for student council president. I wrote this song so others can root for her. Of course, she would make a fine president and... Finally the tour of duty is complete for my new husband. He returned, but leaving the war behind wasn’t easy.
The Road to Nowhere
Not even the land brings me comfort today,
Gone now is his hand on the plow
that guided the furrows and marked my way
to goals in... Sometimes life throws us a set of challenges. . . Happy Father's Day Dad and to all father's everywhere. In Memory of my brother Ashley R.I.P.May 2024 I came across this picture of me and two of my brothers and wondered what we were talking and thinking way back then... This poem was written for my great-nephew my brother''s first grandson. This little guy will never know his grandpa but my brother such a big part of... Death of my husband after 2 year battle with cancer. The last time together. This is a poem written for my new mother when she married my father after my beloved mother passed away. I''ve been to Nashville several times and I just love their way of life. They seem to have a life of their own. I listen tot country songs and they ar...
Dedicated to my two sons...they could not make me any prouder than I already am of them! Also, in honor of my youngest son's 22nd birthday. Happy Bir... Grandkids? Oh, yes, I have them -- thirteen of them, plus 3 grownup "steps." Pictured are half of Jimmy, then Wesley, Katie and Ferdinand
YOU DO REA... Smell of fertile brown
indecision
permeates everything
in the room, soaks into our
veins and breeds contempt.
Like flies you, who are
familiar with... I have not written about my dad so thought I''d share some reflections of his life with you. "Happy Fathers Day to all who are dads, grandpas, uncle... MaryGrace Patterson just lost her husband. This poem is dedicated to her and those who have lost a loved one. I often look back with deep love, respect and admiration at my mother who raised nine children with very little money. She died young but old enought ... I am a Grandfather and I watch my grandchildren as they play. They can be noisy. They can be messy but they are always a wonderful doorway into my o... The picture is of my brother Tim and me. My youngest son, Timothy, unexpectedly passed away a few days ago. He died in his sleep and we don't think he suffered, but it has been the most diff... He is my oldest...the first of three. This was written while we were still anticipating the birth of my grandson. Welcome to the world Baby Jack! Inspired by the author MaryFrances Williamson and her poem "A Place For Us" and dedicated to one of our best friends who’s mother was a victim of the ... Written by my mother;
Frances Catherine Servas
September 30, 1941
Published; October 2, 1941
For my grandfather George Servas who worked as a detecti... Mama..do you have any idea how much
I've missed you thru the years?
Time hasn't taken away the memories
are the tears.
I can see you sitting before me... My dad passed away in 2005. I miss him a lot but my mom was married to him for 55 years. She’s got dibs. She also has Alzheimer’s and for now at least... A poem written in honor of my parents' upcoming wedding anniversary To one of the most important women in my life. I love you, Venetia. I wrote this poem for my sister on her birthday month. Time flys by - something needed to be said... My sister is sixty-two today and I wanted to share the gift that we both have now. It was not always this good but now we are finding the pieces to th... It has long been recognized by therapists that of all the destructive parenting s the authoritarian ("I said it and that settles it") is the most dam... I call my youngest granddaughter, Cara, "The Boots". I've called her this since she was a baby. She is an aspiring model, tall, lithe, sharp bone stru... My son is my pillar of strength. |
