Life is simple,
Smell the roses,
Laugh alot,
Be thankful for what you DO have,
Dream your dreams,
and do your best.
Landon
Sept.20, 1994-Oct.25, 1998
What brief time we are allowed
to spend with one
of God's angels is a blessed thing,
though we wonder at the cruel taking
of such a young life,
we should instead be thankful for
the time God allowed us.
Thank You God for sending us your
little angel for awhile.
We miss you Landon.
(Landon was a very close and special
friend to both
Angel and Maverick)
A flash from my past,, I wrote this poem on Feb.8,1990.
Sheesh thinking that far back seems so long,,
hope you like it.
Love
A day without love,
Is like day without night,
It's like a poem without feeling,
Or a song without rhythm,
It's a bird without song,
But most of all a day without love is painful.
Love is like an open book,
Always willing to share what's inside.
My Comfy Chair
As I look around my living room I see a room of love. In the
corner is the one piece of furniture that stands out. Its an old green
rocking chair, to me this odd piece of furniture is a symbol of all I
want in my home. This chair would tell the most loving stories if it
could talk, about six granddaughters who used to fight to sit in this
special chair or about a Gramma who would sit there knitting while one
of us was either on her knee or at her feet telling her of all the
adventures we had or hoped to have. About how Grampa would sit there at
night and read from the bible or just climbing on his lap to find the
gum he had in his pocket.
This chair was long ago thought gone until the recent passing
of Grampa, then there it was found as one of the few things he had kept
through the years. Through all the sadness of his passing, the
discovery of this beloved chair shone through like a beacon of times
past. I could hardly wait to get it home to my own living room.
As I sat down in this precious chair for the first time in
years a whole flood of emotions over came me. There in the dark I sat,
silently, crying as I remembered all this chair had been apart of. It
brings back so many memories I once thought I had forgotten.
All the time spent in their home, all the adventures I had and
re-telling Gramma about them. That chair is a key to all my memories,
my happy childhood at my Gramma and Grampa's knee. After my Gramma's
funeral I remember just walking into the living room of their home and not
wanting to leave. I still get my husband to drive pass their old home,
just to reassure myself that everything was not just a dream. When
Grampa passed away all I could think of was how very much I couldn't
wait to get that chair home, it was like I was taking a big part of
them home with me forever.
As I sit there at night reading stories to my own children or
just rocking them to sleep, I swear I can feel the love coming from
that chair to embrace us. A simple chair bought years ago, now to me
priceless. My precious comfort chair.
©JEP 1998
Our Angel
Once I prayed for a sign,,
To show you were meant to be mine,,
Someone above was listening that day,,
He answered my heart's wish as I knelt to
pray,,
Sending us a little angel to share,,
One for us to love and care,,
With eyes that sparkle and shine so bright,,
To guide and protect with all our might,,
The years seem to have flown,,
As we watch how our Angel has grown,,
She's no longer our little baby,,
Our Angel has become a young lady.
©JEP 07/08/02 (Published)
There You Are
Through the years,,
The laughs and the fears,,
Through it all,,
Your the one I can call,,
Through my darkest hours,,
All my fears and dreams you make 'ours',,
The shoulder I can always lean on,,
The one I can always rely upon,,
You make my feel invincible,,
There's nothing that's impossible,,
You'll be there to catch me if I fall,,
Holding my hand through it all,,
Your every breath I take,,
Losing you my heart would break,,
Your my closest friend,,
The person I most depend upon,,
My partner in life.... my Best Friend.
©JEP 06/08/02 (Published)
Custom made graphics Copyrighted
to: Tootsie 1998
MY
THOUGHTS