The great King of the mountain an… Of the dell Once walked together arm in arm wi… Or Hell And so if Adam had not bitten of…

She has watched you grow since you… First breath... she will continue… Her death... They have shared the… Pleasures and their pains... They… Enjoyed their lives and material g…

They were trailing the wildcats se… To him it was hopeless they had al… They took a timeout to make a game… Coach called his number he was the… His orange number twelve for the…

Nightmares are mere troubles... Washed up each time You take a dip In the river of your old tears. Fears are mere thoughts...

Rivers Rivers Rivers cool cold Refreshing rivers, running, leapin… Joyously over the waterfalls. Flying rapturously through the air With a song of praise cupping

The tears she shed are for you, M… Not too long ago had you departed. She awoke this lonely night And once again it started. The loss of their daily phone call…

The Truth as she sees it Is not in the past A dance that stepped The Truth is Dancing and singing

That which you have stolen Is in your potent hands. You hold it there securely Not letting a pulse be spared Of the ceaseless ache of love for…

Safe, Hidden inside this room. He ventures to explore the univers… Gone, From inside this room.

Her beautiful Ballerina She sits and admires Pliait 1,2,1,2 Again

Working in the fields, stopping To rest in the shade. Their son four, asked his Dad. “What’s the Best Drink of All?” “Son, I don’t know.

Ear to ear is the toothless grin, Widened eyes take all the world in… Sparse fly away hair, soft on your… Alert, attentive expressions to al… Perfect little hands that grasp an…

The thin little girl had very curl… She had been alone all day which w… Other young ladies had sisters and… But her mother had died leaving ju… Her tired arms rested on the old p…

Did you know that you were special… That Love chose you to be, The Grandparents of an angel, That soon again they’ll see. You loved her very much,

The Oshkosh B’Gosh overalls A trademark of your own The acres of farmland You’d always call your home You taught her “Oh Susanna”