The faucet is still dripping. The Hourglass of Life keeps the s… From being what it wants most to b… A beautiful sand castle. An endless sigh is slipping
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…
One day while out in his wheelchai… He heard a person say something th… The comment that was said was, oh… He has a bad life because he can’t… Now that’s not entirely true, he’s…
Why do the birds sing, Those beautiful happy songs Is it to proclaim that, Today is a joyous day Or maybe to announce,
Thoughts, Swirling like mist, Obscuring Reality. Marginal distinctions
Years ago this world was created, By a man whom they call LOVE, A perfect loving Master; For all—with him—can trod. In his image he created Adam,
That’s the way Mother would want… Pick out something you’d like to k… Make it something special that wou… Remind you of Grandma. Here’s some nice depression glass.
Like the rivers of a long, lost wo… Tears flow. The misery of the anguished and th… The banished Relinquish their thoughts into the…
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,
...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…
Oh what spell of magic could he we… Were his pen a magic wand, a wizar… Oh spell of joyous laughter sounds… For powerful’s the magic just one… But,...whwhaWhat’s haHappening he…
In the soul of man, Both can be found, Infinite peace And the devils bound. Side by side they exist,
Life is full of wonderment It is full of inspiring sights and… From the tender grace of a kiss To the seismic rumblings undergrou… Within this selfish orb they live
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 Oshkosh B’Gosh overalls A trademark of your own The acres of farmland You’d always call your home You taught her “Oh Susanna”
