Right 'ere beside ya, girl. Bit chilly, but we're wrapped up good, and excitement has warmed us up. Great memories!! Love the tree. . .the rockets and pinwheels splashing the sky with red, blue, yellow, green, silver, and gold. . .the children's wide-eyed wonder. . .and most of all, my two companions, Stormspinner and the Texas Tornado! Thank you so much for picking me up and taking me to the parade with you. I will never forget!! Hugs and Heartfelt Ho-Ho-HO's from the southern part of heaven. . .or 't'was before it got so
dadblame cold. Brrrrrrrrrrr. XXXXXXOOOOOOXXXXX Pea XXXXXXOOOOOXXXXX
Karla, your words remind me of me after my father died. Even in moments of pleasure and joy, my mind would turn to him. Merry Christmas to you and many blessings of hope and faith.
Yes the sights and the sounds of the festive season are so sensitive to hearts that love, or have known and lost love, whether it be lovers or close family. Well done and I am sure your father would approve.
Daddy lives on in us, and he was definitely with us last night during the boom-booms! Very well captured excitement in video and verse; glad I was there with ya! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your BUGLE-mouthed twin, Karen Lynn. :D *Woo-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!* LOL
Very good Karla. You know, your Daddy's got the best seat in the house. Wish I were with him as a matter of fact. Couldn't ask for a better place to celebrate. When we lose a loved one, we mourn for ourselves. What we should do is celebrate their blessings and be glad; for it is they who are the fortunate ones. God bless you my friend.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on December 7, 2008
Very nice . . . Always thinking about your father . . . Beautiful . . .
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Gloriuos!!! Such a wonderful poem!!!
Hugs,
Lance
dadblame cold. Brrrrrrrrrrr. XXXXXXOOOOOOXXXXX Pea XXXXXXOOOOOXXXXX
Sandie Angel :o)
Your father would be so proud,Karla!
Merry Christmas,
Eileen
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Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
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Daddy lives on in us, and he was definitely with us last night during the boom-booms! Very well captured excitement in video and verse; glad I was there with ya! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your BUGLE-mouthed twin, Karen Lynn. :D *Woo-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!* LOL
Georg
Love,Christine
Edwin