I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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Time is near for you to go. Go in victory, as you have taught. You have climbed the mountains high, And you’ve enjoyed the valleys low. You have won the battles fought, Taught your kids to reach the sky, To … Continue reading
Mother was a mastermind of creative ingenuity along with common sense, and endless energy. And guts. I’ve decided to relate why I added “and guts.” After daddy died, she became addicted on Valium which had been prescribed by her doctor. … Continue reading
All I want for Mother’s Day is a pregnant guppy No kitty, no hippo, no cockatoo, nor puppy No perfect yellow rose, nor reconstructed nose, No silver spoon from which to sup, No gold-etched china saucer and cup, No trinkets … Continue reading