This poem is for Jennifer. It is written entirely from her Mother's heart and experiences of her. I took the stories and significant qualitative words and helped her mother fashion this as a birthday gift.
November 21, 2006
Where has time gone?
You are 36 today.
And I am thinking of you
when I was your age.
When I was 36,
and your shoes were mine
you had only just begun;
you were about nine.
You tried my ideas for you,
but instead formed your own.
Only out of your dreams
could today's truth have been shown.
From simple beginnings --
"baseball or ballet?"
you have shaped Life by your preferences
and come such a long way. . .
a long way from our legacy,
when New Jersey was home.
You moved half way across the country
and built a home of your own.
For home Is where your heart is,
and your heart brought you Mike.
Together you are sharing
this magnificent life!
Perhaps a mother's love best measures
how far you have come
in your most precious reflection
through two beautiful sons.
Your Ryan and Jake are such happy
littl boys --
Thank you for showing me
such childhood Joy.
You have held them, and loved them,
shown them courage and fun;
you pass to them your strengths
through the struggles you've won.
I am proud of you.
I love you.
What more can I say --
You are victorious, my Jennifer,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
What if you were named as heir to a Will that you knew nothing about and members of your family were being kidnapped and tortured for information they didn't have? What if you went to the police only to find out the Russian Mafia and your own govern
There is no mystery on this journey to hell. You are witness to the crimes dealing out the death sentences... each justified by one of the seven deadly sins.
Enter a glamorous world controlled by one of San Francisco's ultra-wealthy socialites an
Hugs Angela
A proud mum n Nana...