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29 January 2013


where did you go
now that you're home

what have you seen
that made you wonder

what did you do
that made you laugh

what have you observed
that touched your heart
and made a difference

in what ways has this journey
made you new

25 January 2013

ever wonder who they are
what they did
who they lived
were they loved
did they love
sad, that the photo
is now out of the family
and relegated to someone
that wonders and dreams
might we meet in heaven
and find out the answers?

23 January 2013




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20 January 2013

I love Winter.
I mean, I really love Winter.
Everything about it.
I'm one of those that hates to see it leave~

Ice Princess

Sensational tresses like locks of snow
Passionate eyes like embers aglow
A pale face with indication of desire
Surrounded by subtle white fire

Delicate limbs carved by ice
Shrouded in thy gown of sleet
Alluring smile; we it shall entice
Still she lies, so quiet and sweet

Enclosed by the winter white
A single loved and precious sight
On the wind her whispers ride
and on the wind the hymn does glide

Upon the horizon the sun ascends
When the wind dies down and the hymn does end
The silence falls and she makes amends
With still and peace her heart does mend

16 January 2013

The rain was like a little mouse,
Quiet, small, and gray,
It pattered all around the house
And then it went away.
It did not come, I understand,
Indoors at all, until,
It found an open window and
Left tracks across the sill.
 
~ Elizabeth Coatsworth (1893-1986)


14 January 2013

The imagination of our children. Priceless.
Their dreams. Our hopes for the future.
Little boys have their dreams.
And little girls hold on to theirs.
I love this poem, although it speaks of two
that are not brother and sister,
as Noah and Elle are in their caped costumes.
I hope you like the following, as I have.
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A Child's Dream

I loved to look upon him,
The Hunter near the Way.
So strong his arm and long his bow
And so bashful of the Day.
His courage never failed him
For he held his mace so high
And glared at the Bull in the River
And ruled the whole breadth of the sky.
As a girl, young and silly,
I oft dreamed of being the Maid.
And meeting, one nighttime afternoon,
The Hunter, in a starry glade.
And we would love 'pon sight
And marry in a cloud of joy.
What strange and daring dreams
A little girl may employ.

~ Sophia White