Weeping eyes tears lost love Reminiscing brilliance a morning d… Sorrow filling a lonely void Caressing thoughts of yesterday Sunshine weeping grass glittering…

Beware his love, the path you choo… Could lead you on a wondrous journ… If you should falter, she will be… Through joy or sorrow always at yo… But if you leave the calm and seek…

For now she watches from a distanc… Wanting so much to be a part Of the dream she sees every day That’s tearing her apart for some Reason she can’t let you go she wa…

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…

They stand together—those three, Like the birch, clumped outside he… Joined by a common root. Different; yet the same Bent by winds of time and

Beautiful Love, Mother of Love A shoot from Jesse, the tribe of… Oh Blessed Mother, their Mother… They hail Thee Queen of heaven an… Beautiful Love, Queen of their so…

Man’s salvation, toil and sweat, Feels so grand when the brow is we… Walking proud and feeling good, On the job she gives all she shoul… There’s food on the table

Now it seems you’re all alone, Your brothers and sisters all have… But alone you’ll never be, With nephews and nieces such as he… All their parents too have gone,

Still water in the beaver pond Songbirds tune to a trumpeter swan Willow waves like a maestros wand Ol’ Chickahominy sings her song Big ol’ bullfrog singin’ bass

She loves to look at old things And remember times gone by; A rhinestone pin, a filled dance c… Or Grandpa’s bow tie. Old photographs, a handkerchief,

Sometimes She wishes you were still here, Like in the mornings When you could pull her near, And say I love you.

The hitting has gotten too hard to… She just sits in the corner and cr… She tries to think of what she has… She wonders if other children have… Bruises cover almost every area of…

He wondered her in all her moods And in her sweetest hour When first the icy snow would melt And wake the waiting flower. She covered him in the heat of noo…

Grandpa is a cockeyed, potlickin’… Who’d rather be working at shearin… Than sit and lounge around all day… Until the stars come out and play. And his stories, every one is true…

There are times her memories fade… She almost forgets the pain. Of watching you fight with strengt… She feels her life’s in Vain. If only she could explain the Lov…