written 1998
As she looks to the sky She sees two stars This is the first time she’s seen Them In a long time
She has watched you grow since you… First breath... she will continue… Her death... They have shared the… Pleasures and their pains... They… Enjoyed their lives and material g…
Don’t lollygag, scalawag, scurry o… Your mama is waiting. You’ve tarr… The loblolly pine branches tap a t… You’d best get on back 'cause you’… The scuppernong stain 'round the r…
It was a lonely journey Although the number was sixteen th… Forced to seek a final home... A land to house this native throng… Four thousand lonely journeymen
Firefly, firefly, shining so Bright, Firefly, firefly, in heavenly flig… Firefly, firefly, at your own Pace.
Her creamy white skinny hand. Twirled around, molded tightly Into Papa’s pudgy mahogany finger… His rippling laughter pulsated Slithered into her juvenile veins
In a tidal wave of remembrance, She searched for meaningful existe… She panned for prosperity with a s… The web of life she lived to weave… Wondering nomadically in uncharted…
It is a cool and breezy night—the… Caressing her ears. Her heart yea… He’s the most beautiful man she’s… He is strong and gentle, all at on… His lips, so tender, steal her bre…
A hand carved stone, an inscriptio… A name that could barely be read, A soul that once loved this earth Lies resting in this earthly bed. Perhaps there once flowed royal bl…
As he sits out by a pond he came t… That he has mastered both body and… On that night he looked for a plac… Where they cared not for beauty an… When he emerged into the night,
For now she watches from a distanc… Wanting so much to be a part Of the dream she sees every day That’s tearing her apart for some Reason she can’t let you go she wa…
They met in the valley far away fr… While stepping to the beat of the… Next day they caught the old horse… Water in Calico Rock and soon aft… He bolted down trail with heavy ho…
Call her back to a time long ago, Before the white man came to her l… A time long ago when buffalo roame… And her freedom knew no bounds. Call her back to a time long ago
Misconceived, She was misconceived A mother grieved... And she is left without Still searching for a safe
That’s the way Mother would want… Pick out something you’d like to k… Make it something special that wou… Remind you of Grandma. Here’s some nice depression glass.