Poems & Selections

Dad

What would I give, to clasp his hand
His happy face to see
To hear his voice, and see his smile
That meant so much to me.The rolling stream, of life rolls on
But still the vacant chair
Recalls the love, the voice, the smile
of the one, who once sat there.Nothing can ever take away
the love, a heart holds dear
fond memories linger every day
remembrance keeps him near.

To the Living, I am gone, To the sorrowful, I will never return; To the angry, I was cheated. But to the happy, I am at peace. To the faithful, I have never left. Talk to me, and I will hear, your prayers, they comfort me, your laughter makes me laugh, but don’t weep for […]
May the joys of today Be those of tomorrow. The goblets of life Hold no dregs of sorrow.
by Eugene Field The little toy dog is covered with dust, But sturdy and stanch he stands; And the little toy soldier is red with rust, And his musket molds in his hands, Time was when the little toy dog was new And the soldier was passing fair, And that was the time when our […]
By Emily Dickinson She died, —this was the way she died; And when her breath was done, Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun. Her little figure at the gate The angels must have spied, Since I could never find her Upon the mortal side.