>TAG< compassion

To Have Someone To Love

To Share Compassion Of Lifes Beauty

Cry together, Laugh together, Dream together

We are one

**TAG** Freedom

I was sitting here all day and words came to me.

I wrot them down....Miracles are not so

rare. They are everywhere. You just

have to look around. Your children,

your friends, your memories, a bright

blue sky, the shining sun, sitting

together with your family around the

dinner table. Miracles surrond

you only have to look. Playing children

a beautiful sunset, a blooming

flower. Just look to heaven and

you can see all the twinkling

stars on a clear night. What a

beautiful sight. Little miracles

are all around us. We see them

all the time without even noticing

but they are there. Always!

I believe in miracles.






nancy

Yea but, yea but, yea but, wasn't the >TAG< Freedom???

Freedom from my thoughts and fears
of whats to come over the years
how shall MS transgress, what shall I do
how can i do this and be a burden to you.

after years in the darkness no loving hand
you stepped in and on my feet i did land
giving me hope where there was no dream
my love so strong i could only scream

I whispered in your ear a love song when I knew
"can i sleep in your arms tonight lady" for me no more blues
you opened my heart and release my fears
freeing my love, a love of a thousand years.


to my Wife I love you Deborah,


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Kites or kite flying

That was so sweet wg5k.

I will attempt kites but right this second, I got Nothin. Gimme a minute.

>TAG< grapes

Grapes, so sweet, so juicy

round and plump

There are green, there are red, purple, a rainbow of colors


****TAG*** CHILDREN

cHILDREN: SO YOUNG, AND SO HAPPY

THERE ARE GIRLS AND BOYS, BIG AND

SMALL. THEY LOVE TO PLAY WITH THEIR TOYS.

THEY ARE SWEET WHEN THEY ARE TUCKED IN


THEIR OWN LITTLE BED!!!!!!!!!!

WE OR ME LOVE CHILDREN WHEN THEY GO HOME TO MOMMYS HOME. I LOVE MY GRANDCHILD, BUT LOVE IT WHEN SHE GOES HOME.




TAG :::::::::::::::: DAD

HI Pop-BMW-
So young was I when you moved on,
Not even a teenager , you dead and gone.
Oh how I feel down so hard and so sad .
Much older I’m now, you’ve been moved on,
To somewhere in the heavens beyond.
Watching down from above is my DAD
I was number five of the six of your off spring
The last of us two were the twins you would bring,
One last little girl the twin a little lad .
My dear Angel father you provided,
Reaching down from the heavens you"ve guided.
I heard the song birds telling… always near me is my DAD.
Along with my brother yes the two of you,
With wing both flying so high in the blue.
Angels that come down like the sun are my brother and my DAD

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