ABREE'S SQUEAL AND LAUGHTER

Aubree's Squeals of Joy and Laughter..

She is a happy little one
As she giggles and runs..

Playing with her cat
His name is Wall-E
He thinks she's a brat..

She chases him around every 
corner, down the hall,
He's never a loner..

You can almost hear his thoughts
As she grabs and hugs him..
"Hey Aubree, give me a break,
I've about had it to the brim"..

She squeals joyfully as he runs 
To the next hiding spot..
She chases after him, no
way she plans to stop..

Sometimes she squats down
With her face next to his..
"Meow", she asks,  like she is giving a quiz..

He looks at her, as he answers
with distain and  disgust..
"Meow".. Leaving her as he runs, saying.."Eat my dust"..

Again she squeals with much joy and laughter ..
"You can run, but you can not hide".. As she chases
after..

I don't think there is anything I would rather hear or see..
Than this child's laughter and joyful squeal..

It is music to this Gramma's loving heart..
The joyful laughter and squeals..
Makes me happy
 as a proverbial 
meadow  lark..

She's as cute as a button...
I  say with no remorse..
Just a cold hard fact..
With certainty,  of course..


Dedicated to Aubree Grace..
Youngest grandchild.. 
She's my Baby Girl's Baby 
Girl..

Traveling Across this Land..

Traveling ..

Traveling across the Great highways and byways...
The Land we know and love
As America ..
It is this I have to say..

Her hills green with color..
Her mountains, prairies,
Her rich fertile land so stellar..

I am always enchanted by her 
Lasting beauty ..
Mile upon mile.. Her land forever
Suites me..

Farms busy with tilling, watering, the fields for produce...
Feeding the masses across the
World with their surplus..

Towns and cities dotted through
the miles we travel..
Each distinct with characteristic,
depending on whether you are
On the paved road or gravel..

Highway crews busy
 at the task,
of resurfacing the road ..
For we who travel
In summer heat or 
winters cold.. 

Sometimes we are blessed to
see wildlife grazing the hills
and lands before us..
Completely oblivious of road warriors that scream with delight to see God's creatures..
Simply Glorious !!

Sometimes there is woods and forest of green that
gives us visual pleasure..
Other times it is sagebrush and sand, the desert plateau..
For good measure..

Have you ever been on a mountain pass, ocean or seaside 
Road ..
Nothing more breathtaking or scenic to see,
or to behold..

Oh Yes!! We are blessed as we travel along ..
Countless hours of pleasure
My visual senses
 I  catalog..

Next time you travel to a certain destination..
Let your eyes wonder and gaze at God's virtual creation..

Just marvel at the beauty of this land we are blessed to see and live in..
Take time and look around and thank God for what 
You see...
It is what I pray 
and believe in...
 It is in His debt that
we are undoubtedly free..


 
 
 
 






If you travel a mountain pass,
a lakeside road, or a road 
to see the ocean ..
What perfect views to scan and
excite the visual scenic 
Passion..

So next time you travel across this majestic land we call home..
Take time to look and see this 
Beautiful land of gold..

Feast your eyes upon this rich and fertile land ..
Praise the Creator, for he is grand..

"Thank You, Heavenly Father..
For this land I see..
And the blessings 
of being free!!

TEARS...

Tears..

Why do I cry so quick and
so easily ?
My heart on my sleeve,
I cry  tender 
and sincerely ..

I cry when animals 
are not cared  for 
or starving..
I cry when my spirit 
is torn and beaten,
Like a boxer,
while sparring...

My tears flow like rain,
when a friend is alone..
I am so far away, 
They're not answering
the phone..

I cry when a baby has 
No words to express..
They cry tears ..
I cry and feel
totally perplexed..

It is pain and I sob, 
For a  soul lost
in the dark..
Lost and confused,
With no spiritual spark..

No love do they know..
Who has died 
in their place..
His salvation, His Love,
His awesome 
Saving Grace..

I cry for the widow 
who lost the "Love
of her Life"..
The loneliness, grief
 and Sadness..
She struggles 
to survive...

I weep for the many
who left  earth
 suddenly and died..
Who didn't have time
to kiss their loved ones,
 or even say good bye...

There are  many situations
and circumstances..
With  many reasons
 to cry..
I must give them
To Jesus..
From here and now and
Forever..
And the" great by 
and by"..


He is my strength, 
my Redeemer,
 my friend, 
and my guide..
My eternal salvation..
Without Him there is
No light...

I can not wait for the day
when no tears will be 
Shed..
No more sadness or suffering,
All evil has fled..

A day of rejoicing,
 a day of renewal..
When The redeemed 
will meet Jesus..
His reign and throne
Forever bestowed..

A FATHER'S PERFECT LOVE

A FATHER'S PERFECT LOVE..

Your Fathers Love is steadfast and sure..
Like the air you breath,
His love endures..

He worked his hands right to the
bones..
For you, my child to
have food
and shelter..
You were never alone..

He quietly goes about
 his daily tasks..
He works hard..
He MAY NEED your help..
He'll  never
Ask..

He has felt the pain
of sadness and loss..
Yet he rarely
Complains..
Some would never endure,
They'd simple refrain

His Love for you is so
great and
Intense..
His pride for his children,
There is no
Pretense ..

Sometimes I see his tears,
 when he thinks
no one sees..
He carries the
weight of his
Burdens within,
and carries them
for you and me..

So next time you
see your father..
Remember this..
He loves you so much..
Give him a long hug, and
A big ol' kiss..

Never forget what he has done for you!!
With his hardworking hands,
 The kindness he shares..
 His tender heart..
It beats strong
 and true..

If possible, emulate
 His values,
His loyalty,
His love so
Mighty..
Because to be like him..
It would make him blush,
He wouldn't take it
Lightly..

Next time you pray,
 whisper a pray for
 your father..
He is so dear..
Pray him health,
Tell God you love your dad,
And make
It clear..

Always make him proud
and work real hard..
Just like your father,
He is a perfect
Example ..
Right from the start...

CLOUDS...

Clouds..

My favorite pass time in the world, is laying in the grass and looking up at the clouds..
I love the big white fluffy ones that look like God's cotton candy
Spun and twirled around ..

As I gaze, drift away, look and
I ponder..
I start seeing faces of old bearded men ..
as I continue to stare
in virtual wonder..

I am pretty sure I see the faces of Jeremiah, Moses, Abraham, and David...
Their long white beards and flowing windblown hair..
As they float by, I am
tucking them away in my memory to save it..
I have not a sorrow, nor a worry or troubled worldly care..

Now, I see a stallion galloping across the heavens above me..
Wait, now I see a white albino whale floating across the horizons  blue sea..

Is that an angel I see,
checking on God's earth below?
Jesus, is that You, leaning and listening, tending to Your children as they come and as they go?

As I see different faces of men, mermaids, chariots and creatures..
All with distinctive looks, clarity and comical imaginative
features..

My imagination heightened, my senses illuminated, as I scan
the white formations..
Parading high, so high in the sky,
These cloudy culminations..

Briefly I have escaped  to a place where no one can enter or ever sees..
Just my own imaginary images
of celestial beings and
things now and yet to be..

I defy you to begin and take this  celestial adventure with me.. 
View the wonder that is right above you or anyone else,
to imagine and to see...

Let your troubles and cumbersome worries  be virtually
carried away ..
Right now, not tomorrow.. Go ahead and try it TODAY,
It will be OK!!

With each fluffy chariot of God and His heavenly steeds ..
As they take you  along for this awesome adventurous imaginary ride with me..

Joyous Laughter

Joyful Laughter..

Have you ever heard the sound of someone 's laugh ..
Across the room..
Down a hall, or in a crowded   dining room..

In a restaurant, where family and friends meet to gather .. Their conversation gives way  to a  cheerful chatter..

Reminiscing of funny stories..
Of someone doing or
 got caught flatfooted ..
In all their spectacular
 and silly glory..

A certain Laugh rings  through  the noise and clatter..
Of dishes, glasses and all the
other chatter..

The laugh is happy, it lights up the room..
Where otherwise it might or could be full of doom..

No, I'd rather hear that sound 
of someone's laughter's glee..
Of someone's true happiness,
having a laughing spree!!

What is better than the sound of just one  giggle or
Laugh ??
Is hearing a chorus of many
howling over someone's
Gaff..

It makes me smile or laugh
myself..
To hear a stranger's laugh, not
muffled or squelched.. 

A full on belly laugh, heard in every corner..
Makes a room feel warm..
No one feels like 
A loner..

Everyone looks around with a giggle or a chuckle..
Wondering who is laughing?
How did they get so  tickled?
Maybe they need too loosen their belt buckle ..

We need to laugh and laugh 
Real hard..
To free our endorphins.. 
To lighten up and be a
"Real Card"..

I 'd rather be silly and be kinda annoying..
With joy and laughter with
friends and family I am
enjoying..

Rather than a pickle sucking jerk full of doom and gloom..
Sucking the air out every circumstance or room..

I'll laugh until the day I die..
Entering Heaven's gate
Smiling and laughing..
Giving Jesus a "high five"..

SHANNON NICOLE

Shannon Nicole
06-04-74

Third times a charm, I always have heard..
How true this is.. I will
Concur..

At first I was wondering what God had in mind..
Are you kidding me?? I asked
Him..
Are you blind?

I have already- two little kids..
My hands are full , I'll flip my 
Lid!!

I nearly lost her .. My sweet
Shannon Nicole.. 
But God showed and taught me..
Hey, He's in control .. 

Born the smallest of the six .. Weighed 6 pds. 14oz.'s
She's still the smallest of them,
With beautiful countenance ..

She's sensitive and caring from her head to her toes.. 
She'll go out of her way to make 
You feel so..

Happy and jubilant,  her life now is perfect..
Her soulmate in Ryan and two little girls..
They are darling and sweet, life is a whirl..
Keeping her busy with her job and those precious little girls..  

No time for nonsense, she strives for the best..
Everything has purpose and is put through Shannon's test..

Life has meaning.. She'll tell you so..
Life  brings her happiness, contentment, she glows..

How can I tell you, dear Shannon
My child.. 
You are true gift from God from conception..
It 's wild!! 

I will never forget when God taught me that lesson..
You are the outcome of his greatest blessing's..

Your life is a real dream come
True..
There is no need for sadness or feeling blue..

You've strived for perfection every since I can remember ..
You are always been a real
Contender..

My advise ,my dear Shannon, it is simple and with fact..
That give yourself a break, and try and relax..

You are perfect and beautiful I say without bias..
You are a blessing and gift from God on the Highest..

So continue your journey, continue on your path..
For I am so proud as you've met and conquered each task..

Just remember for me when your climbing for perfection..
Relax, slow down, look around and breath in the air of less tension!!


Beyond the poem:
A message from Mom,
I Love you Shannon because your life has blossomed to perfection!!
Your gentle sweet spirit is one that is pure and clean ..
 You are so wonderful, so beautiful, so kind and sweet..
I am blessed because God gave me you as proof He is perfect Love.. You are my reminder that
Angels live among us.. You are my angel!!

Love,
Mom

BRIAN WADE

Brian Wade
06-03-72

Could I be even  more blessed ?
Is it possible, would I be put to a test?

Another baby on the way after only 2 years..
Could a boy be possible?
 I cried out-Oh dear!!
Yes! My wildest dreams have come true!!
Brian Wade is here !! 

I am as happy, so happy, so far from blue!!
He's all  boy from his head to his 
tiny little toes..

I turned around, my little man
Is bigger..
He is taller than his Mom, can you believe it..
Go figure!

No problems, no enemies, my son is a natural .. 
He's perfect in fact he 's even quite pastoral ..

His smile and laughter light up any room..
This child knew no  history of sadness or gloom..

He grown up believing he could do anything..
Self assured, bright, and faced any challenge, I do sing..

Soon he met the Love of his life..
Becca soon became his wife..

He  took on the challenge of a ready made family.. 
Loved Becca 's girls just like they were his..
Before you know it, there were two little Morgan's kids.

They were blessed with both a girl and a boy..
Brian's so happy , his cup's full of joy ..

The  livelyhood he's chosen is serving him well.. 
He works really hard, anyone can
Tell.. 
His family is beautiful,and busy
Like he.. 
All being the "Best they Can Be"
Proud of you Brian.. First son of mine.. 

I would be mistaken, I would be Remiss..
If I did not mention how much he loves to hunt and to
Fish.. 

Unlike his Dad, who cannot harm a fly..
So where he got these interests
Is beyond me..
Big sigh !!

But he loves to do these and bless him , I do..
It makes him feel happy and full of contentment 
 so true..

Brian, you are my first son of three.. 
You have strived for the best and it is plain as can
Be..

I'll seek and continue to pray where  life leads..
God's light and wisdom you will
Listen and seek..

Be humble and loving.. I have no doubt you do this..
Be patient and giving every day
These added with bliss..

I have no doubt you are headed in the right direction..
As you continue to seek and grow to perfection..

Just remember each direction that life as takes you ..
To seek God's wisdom and your path will be true..



Beyond the poem:
A message from Mom
I Love you Brian.. Your focus and determination along with a tenderness, most men do not have, make me exceedingly proud
of you.. 
You are handsome, you are loving, 
And most of all you have shown me that forgiveness is given because of Love conquers all ..
You, my son, truly are a
"Man among Men"..

Love,
Mom

SCENT OF SUMMER

SCENT OF SUMMER..
(and memories it brings back)

Be real still and you can smell the scent of summer..
That wonderful warm feel to the air..
Makes a person feel a lot less glummer ..

The scent of flowering trees and flowers permeates my surrounding..
As I lay in the grass, 
Gazing up at the blue stained sky above ... 
So absolutely astounding..

I think back on the days of my childhood..
When my best friend was my brother..
We played and chased;
giggled and laughed ;
Climbed the front yard tree,
No one else,
just him and me, 
Together..

Times were  much simpler
back then..
We could wonder about without fear..
So innocent and carefree..
Our guardian angel very close and tangibly
near ..

Play tag with the kids
next door...
Run to the corner grocery
store..
Buy penny candy and bubblegum, 
We'd sit on the porch step, 
Fight and bicker over some..
We always wanted
More..

Way back in time..
On those warm summer days..
We'd walk a couple blocks..
To a ravine we called 
"The Cooley"..
We would build a fort, 
My brother and I ..
A refuge from the world..
Together, built by four small hands..
Our Castle.. we built so
securely..

We would drift away on a cloud
of wonder..
Just my brother and I..
Two small souls, in fantasy
built free from any
blunder..

At night, while laying in our beds..
We'd reminisce our day..
Start strategically plan 
the next ..
We would imagine where it would
take us..
Our next adventure,
And where it led ..

To run and play, 
Lay in the grass,
Pick the wild fragrant
 blue buttons..
The summer always went by
too fast..

Our little tanned bodies
Kissed by the warm 
summer sun..
Under God's sky, 
We danced and
Sang..
Til summer days were 
done..

Those sweet childhood memories
are just a few
 of summers long ago..
Seared indelibly in my mind,
Just for me to bring back..
To ponder and partake..
Vivid and clear ..like they were yesterday ..
My mind says it's
so..

I can never, nor will I ever, forget my memories..
Still a thought away and close.. 
About me and my brother..
As I feel the soft summers breeze..
 


Dedicated to my brother
Doug..
I shall always remember our childhood and our adventures
"Beyond the Realm"..

LOVE LETTER TO MOTHERS

"LOVE YOU MORE"..

A mothers love is hard to 
explain ..
It overpower's sadness , it over shadow's pain..

With this Love,
She gives her child..
It keeps them save 
and reconciled..

So sweet and pure,
Her Love endures ..
Her Love can open 
Heaven's doors..

No gold or money
can buy this 
Love.. 
It is perfection like
The stars 
above ..

A Mother's love is
 a warm spring day..
It warms the chill
 from the winter's
 long stay..

It feeds the hunger
 of emptiness, 
The lonely days 
That come to us..

Her strength defiant against
All that is hers..
Her children, her home,
They all come
First..

She corrects, challenges and
always chastises ..
She cooks, cleans, keeps the check book 
Balanced..

She wears a shield of armor to protect her brood..
Against bullies, liars, cheaters
and crooks..

She teaches kindness, servitude,
a loving heart.
Her lessons remembered,
Never to depart..

There is no greater
 Love than hers..
She warms our hearts
Our conscious stirs.. 

When it is said.. "MOM,
I LOVE YOU", first..
Her response is 
Quick and 
is well
rehearsed.. 
 
Her eyes light up as she recites
these words:

"I LOVE YOU MORE"