Each day that you breathe, as your carousel turns, Remember to laugh, a lesson well learned. Each day that you sigh, as life slows you down, A laugh keeps your carousel twirling around.

Greetings! Morning sunshine spills like gold, Through my kitchen window, bright and bold. A violet-covered teacup, warm and sweet, Banishes away nightly cares in silent retreat. Carpe diem, y’all! Big hug.

Lovely magenta crape myrtles are such a delight, They brighten a summer afternoon’s golden light. In the humid, southern heat, still, they softly sway, And are like a peaceful, joyful gift on a hot June day. A poem by Anthony…

Dad: I’ve always cherished my memories of family vacations with Mom and you, Endless desert highways and the Pacific Ocean, sparkling azure-blue. As a child clutching you close, I always felt there was no safer place, Than bouncing along in…

You’d be one hundred today, dear Mother of mine, The memories of your love, still around me, doth twine. Although Heaven holds you in its bright, golden light, Your wise words echo in my mind, all day and into the…

I am made of words and laughter, and heavenly breath from above.       I am part grief, and I am part love. And when the end comes calling, and life is fading fast,      I’ll remember blessed friends who loved,…

Is it Goodbye or Au revoir? Dearest friend, the time has come for us to depart,      But heavy farewells need not weigh on the heart. Au voir, dearest friend, but it’s not goodbye,      Even though we may depart…

On this Memorial Day, as grills send smoke billowing toward the sky,And tasty barbecue and other taste treats are shared with friends passing by,Remember those whose courage bought freedoms we should hold dear,Those brave souls who paid in blood and…

When the final curtain falls, and the stage is empty and still, When the audience’s applause has faded, and gone is its cheering thrill. Though the theater seats are empty, and the searing stage lights dim, Sweet memories still will…

Mom… Your loving voice is the first I recall, When, as a child, I cried and lost it all. It calmed me then, and it calms me still. Its memory warms life’s chilly chill. When my heart is heavy, I…

In vases by my window, as soft daylight surrenders, Are flowers that once blazed with multi-colored splendors. Some may have wilted, but their sweet fragrances remain, Their beauty somewhat faded, but their joy still haunts my brain. Once bright and…

In shadowed halls, where whispered struggles dwell,       I wander down a lonely path, my weary heart knows all too well. Although my strength doth often falter, still I reach for what is true,      And lean on Father God,…