Does anybody know she’s here? Does anybody care? Somebody must remember her. Somebody, somewhere! She’s been shackled in a bamboo ca…

Each morning when she wakes up, She knows that there will be A rose on her kitchen counter, That you have picked for her. She knows many wives get roses,

The old year is gone, the new year… Now if they could only make pain d… Every time she sees someone smile… She can’t stop thinking why must c… Dreams of spring flowers and happy…

An hour of leisure in the garden Like a song expressless in words A symphony composed in heaven Sung best by soft winds and birds. Enjoy your leisure in the garden

April 19, 1995 Tears from the heart Fell on this April day; For the dead and wounded In bombed out ruins they lay.

People come and go, They are all passersby. Some come to show, A path on which others can rely. Some have come to build,

The sun comes up and lights the sk… He hears birds a’singing and child… And flowers bloom all the live lon… But as the wind dies down and chil… He knows it won’t be long before t…

The shadow of life still remains With all its agonies and pains, But fear itself is found within The purest soul of the youngest ki… When life’s dark mystery fades awa…

Silver is a dolphin’s skin, Silver is the lining within, Silver is money in her pocket, Silver is her grandma’s locket. It can be a horses name,

As he walks, alone, wondering Not knowing where Approaching a fine strong frame So new, Standing alone Waiting for someone to cross.

He tells the tale of the world dow… Where the ball of fires remind you… They below are well off being dead They live the death of life as the… He was the hero in the eyes of man…

Day dreaming of you, Dreaming of your smile. Your eyes when you are happy or sa… Or when they’re making love. Your arms when you hold her.

Morning air lingers on the tree... Leaves poised as sails, to catch t… Ground fog stirs, with cattle lowi… Porch dog stands, with nostrils bl… Summer days begin: humid... hot

A simple four letter word With so much meaning. From the weaning of a child To the elder whom within this chil… So loving, so caring, so hated, so…

Look at those hands Which hung at her sides When the softest Whisper of a kiss Surprised her forehead.