"I wish for you...
Comfort on difficult days,
Smiles when sadness intrudes,
Rainbows to follow the clouds,
Laughter to kiss your lips,
Sunsets to warm your heart,
Gentle hugs when spirits sag,
Friendships to brighten your being,
Beauty for your eyes to see,
Confidence for when you doubt,
Patience to accept the truth,
And love to complete your life."
Author Unknown
Love, Theresa
ALL SORTS OF ANGELS
There's an angel for this,
An angel for that,
All those angels wearing
Each a different hat;
Some hats a little off-white,
Others coated with red,
All worn by angel folk,
Who keep our souls fed.
A little piece of heaven
To this earth they bring,
As they go about,
As they dance and sing.
With their hearts afire
And filled with music
While they bring hope and faith
And show us their magic.
There's an angel for Christmas,
One for Easter's glow,
An angel for each of us
Wherever we go;
One for travelling abroad,
One for staying at home,
Whatever we may do,
Wherever we roam.
They take us by the hand
And they guide us through
All the good and the bad;
They shall always be true.
©1994 Don Royster
THE POOR YOUNG FROG
Once, long ago, in a puddle obscure,
There lived a young frog who was painfully poor;
With nothing but bugs and a few flies to eat,
He shivered from cold and he hungered for meat.
Now this frog had an uncle who, sad to relate,
Was a wealthy old rascal, a real reprobate,
A miser unfriendly who lived down the road,
And went by the name of Cornelius McToad.
One night the young frog, who was called Little Joe,
Decided to visit his uncle, and so,
He rapped on his door where McToad was inside,
Recounting his money and trying to hide.
Away from the villains who envied his gold,
So he ran to a window and leaned out to say,
"There's no one at home,
you had best go away!"
The young frog was frightened and started to cry,
"But Uncle Cornelius," he wailed, " it is I."
The frog knew his grammar - his grampa as well -
They'd taught him to read and to write and to spell.
"It's Little Joe Frog - your nephew - we've met,
I'm hungry and lonely, I'm cold and I'm wet;
Please help me, dear Uncle, I've no place to go!"
McToad was reluctant but couldn't say "no."
"Very well, come on in," was his grumpy reply,
"I'll give you some food if you'll only not cry."
And so . . . ever after . . . they shared their abode,
The penniless frog and the miserly toad.
John T. Baker
Copyright 1999
The moral is merely a bit of advice:
It's nice to be rich but it's best to be nice;
And that is the point of this whole episode
Of Little Joe Frog and Cornelius McToad
Andi - The following is an old, old oldie (1920's), which is dedicated to both you and John. Although somewhat simple, I think it is also significant. I believe that nothing can overwhelm you and everything can be easier as long as you two are going through together. I love you both and pray your bond grows stronger each day - Take good care of each other. The song was sung by Kay Starr (I know, you've never heard of her 'til now). Click on the arrow to start the music - the square symbol will stop the music.
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