The Vintage Talk

   Hit a few pot holes today… Sat down, I was too tired to play… This road is long and rocky not made of clay… I love rocking chairs… I can rock for hours ...

The Witness

  I saw the man do wondrous things Many I cannot explain… But as I live and breathe, I tell you His story still remains… This is no tall tale, its true eve...

Now

Forgetting those things which are behind No looking back, we can’t rewind Time does not go backwards… No do-overs, will change the past Life goes on it only las...

The Book

Through the pages of a worn out book I long to take just one more look Faded cover, edges frayed Tears stain the words, from where I’ve prayed… Still, all its v...

The Arrival

 This is dedicated to all our children! I wait in joyful expectation You’re arrival I long to see Nine long months until we know Are you a he or a she…? Days, w...