for someone buried there.
It spoke of love,
that would always remain strong,
even though the loved one was now gone.
It spoke of something lasting,
beyond our living days.
Tells the story about love
that never ever fades away.
The love that seeds devotion,
even after death.
That single red rose spoke to me,
of all the things, we cherish most,
and how much each of us.
Would like to have
that loving care,
with a single red rose for all to see and share.
14 June 2007
Little red pimples here and there.Years ago they used to call meSpotty Muldoon because of them.Now they seem to attach themselves to my noseand every so often I have a red nose day.I’m only glad it does not glow in the darklike Santa’s reindeer Rudolph.If it did I never have use for a torch again,my…
Why do we when we hurl our angerdoes it always land on them?One day we may realisewhen all our anger subsides,that we not only hurt the ones we love,but we also hurt ourselves inside.
But woe be tide,if anything goes wrong.Its grace falls foul,and you sing another song.Just like a woman,I’ve often heard this said.For on frosty nights,you’ve got to wrap it up warm for bed.14 Nov 1978
Sometimes they are merely dreams,and are gone when the next morning comes.However there are times when,what we dream about becomes a reality,and we see that just a dream,there before our eyes.At first we cannot believe it,so we take a second look,just to make sure we are not dreaming,and that it is very real.When we find…
whenever you are waitin’ in line?You see someone at the front,always seem to get the best.You seem to be last in line,and only get what’s left.Sometimes my friend,the last in line do get the best.The ones in front,tries the goods and discard them easily.While the one at the back keepshold of everything, they get.While the…
there lays a story to be had there.With all the wrinkles and crinklesthat line my face,there should bea couple of novels worth there.9 July 2008
