The cross she wears on a chain Reminds her of all the pain He suffered for her When He hung on the tree And the cross reminds her of His…

She saved her visits for late in t… After the fields had been mowed, The chores completed and supper ea… The last clean dish put away. They would sit on the porch

A sea shell shining on the ground,… Shiny and round. Upon holding it… Water and sand. The glow, the lus… For time will pass and perfection… But if the moment is just right an…

...She gazed out her window there’… Drifts on the stair. With her nos… Time as a child, oh how she though… Christmas comes to her mind, full… The house is all deckled with tins…

She waked to a bleak, rain-storm d… Most things seem dulled by tones o… She watched yesterday’s sun “set”—… Brief—there was still an after-glo… She recalls smiling as she said,

The wind on the sea, The bird in the air, The days are long gone From that land fair. Eagles fly high up above,

You and her together they’ll be Stealing cocoa and kisses beside t… Her heart would warm to feel you n… To touch your face, your lips, you… These images run rampant through h…

Seek after all life has to offer y… Experience both the pleasures and… Gird yourself with the armor of kn… And be not overcritical of your at… Keep the laughter in your eyes,

Remember those days when they woul… How about those weekends with ever… Or what about way back when they f… And when they got older and all of… Those were the days when they had…

Kind words can wipe away a tear Softly spoken will erase fears Kind words can heal the wounds Gently and patiently said—morning… Kind words are a blessing to the b…

She has never felt frustration so… Her body reacts so violently to on… Vehemently screaming “why!” while… Bomb. The world seems so overwhelmingly…

A mixture of tears filled his eyes Tears for the end, Tears for the beginning, Tears that flowed freely Mocking his manhood

Thousands of times Over and over again Expressing his heart and mind Staying out of the summer rain Writing his feelings over and over

Her creamy white skinny hand. Twirled around, molded tightly Into Papa’s pudgy mahogany finger… His rippling laughter pulsated Slithered into her juvenile veins

Oak, elm or cotton wood, hemlock,… Or pine. Everyone has a favorite.… The Family Tree is his. You plant all the others; nourish Them as they grow. What they’ll b…