Happy Mother's Day to the woman of my dreams, from the kid's we love so much.
When the ends don't meet and the wallet is draining. When the bank's been calling, complaining. When the kids need shoes and we dine on broken dishes. Jesus, stretch our pennies, bread and fishes.
Monday, May 15, 2006
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Seasons
I am the springtime, when everything seems so fine.
Whether rain or sunshine, you will find me playing.
Days full of pretending.
When a dime is a lot to be spending.
A time when life is beginning.
I am the springtime.
I am the winter. When days are cold and bitter.
And the days I can remember number more than the days to come.
When you ride, instead of walking.
When you barely hear the talking.
And goodbyes are said too often.
I am the winter…
But I’ll see springtime in heaven, and it will last forever.
From Seasons of a Man, Steve and Annie Chapman
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