She loves to look at old things And remember times gone by; A rhinestone pin, a filled dance c… Or Grandpa’s bow tie. Old photographs, a handkerchief,

ROAM HIM, to see what lives so… His fear! He thinks you call it p… ASK HIM, his name and he’ll tel… Him the transparent silent tears h… FORGIVE HIM, of all his sins…

Much is different now than then, At least it’s not as things have b… (Thank Love!) She’s looking for a friend who can Overlook her sins.

Snow swirling from mountains ascen… Whitecaps racing from the shore wo… Crescendos cascading down the cany… Grit scouring age lines into her f… While

She is a consumer in a living hell… She is manic-depressed Bi-Polar y… She takes pills, pills, pills. Th… There’s still lots of stigma. Too… But there will come a day when she…

She wants you to be as nice as her… She wants you to be as big as her, She wants you to be just like her, But now she knows you’re not, not… There’s only one of her,

The little one never forgets to st… And pick flowers for a pot To give someone very special indee… Whether it be all bloomed out or j… They clutch them in their little h…

She’s having her party early Today Otis Cornelius Skinner’s away She’ll play with her dogs She’ll play with her cats

Her gramma was the very best... pa… Life long test. The strength in her she wishes she… Life long test. But through the tears, she can pla…

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,

Oak, elm or cotton wood, hemlock,… Or pine. Everyone has a favorite.… The Family Tree is his. You plant all the others; nourish Them as they grow. What they’ll b…

There are times her memories fade… She almost forgets the pain. Of watching you fight with strengt… She feels her life’s in Vain. If only she could explain the Lov…

He is as black as The pupil of his eye. He is as white as The bone under his flesh. He is a one-eyed and two-faced

Bare roots twist incredible design… Cascading down to drink the river They float between the banks among The rocks you say “Lie back and Look up, Mom”—green bordering

She opens your creaky door, And walks across your noisy floor. The wind is blowing the curtains i… There you are, asleep again. How could you break her tender hea…