A friend was talking about all the broken bones and ripped tendons she’d had. These were the result:
She complained about/
ripped tendons and busted bones,/
but no broken heart.
Her: Oh I have had a broken heart a couple of times in the last few years
She complained about/
ripped tendons and busted bones,/
and her broken heart.
(Is that better?)
Then:
Her broken heart shows/
that she is capable of/
giving – getting love.
A friend had surgery … and many told her she was their prayers. These are the result
She may not know it,/
But hundreds of knees have bent/
For her to be blessed.
She said: Ok now don’t you make me cry !!
Tears are mere symbols /
that our emotional cups /
are overflowing.
Walking always gives/
me time to deeply ponder/
vital questions I have.
Sung to the tune of “The First Noel”
Her first snow angel
she made this way,
was in the new snow that fell
on Salt Lake today!
And as she waved
her legs and arms,
to flakes they gave
new heavenly form!
Angel,
Angel!
Angel!
Angel!!!
Lay in the snow and
Make yours as well!
By trying real hard,/
in the bleak midwinter, make/
Christmas last longer.
?
If I had my wheels,/
I would ask her to dance. The/
things we do for kids.
If you stay on the/
marked paths, you won’t slip, stumble,/
fall, and hurt yourself.
When I see her smile,/
I at last get “All I want/
for Christmas is you!”
T’was a few nights before Christmas
and I was feeling
sorry for myself,
seeing all my friends
and relations
surrounded by kids
and grandkids,
hugging each other,
decorating the houses,
trimming the trees,
making Christmas cookies,
fudge,
candy,
and other
wonderful
treats,
filling their homes
with the joyful laughter,
singing,
and sweet smells
of the season.
Then I remembered
what I had,
and who,
and arose out of my pity bed,
sprang to the kitchen,
pre-heated the oven
and made cookies
and my traditional
sweet-smelling apple crisp
for my mother.
