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A little precious bundle coming into your life.
A miracle that is yours to love forever.
For she will always be your little girl,
even when she is grown up.
A precious treasure that is yours to share.
May her dreams soar high and be attained.
May all you see in her future come true.

As we sit here having
Hot coco
wrapping gifts
Memories flll my head
Trimming the tree just us three
Your faces filled with with glee
You were so worried about santas cookie
You wound dance around and sing
I think you knew every Christmas carol
Every year I would ask you
To hang the candy cane
However it never made it to the tree
This happened every year
Today I asked you to hang the candy cane on the tree
Thinking it will make it to the tree
I search and search the tree I couldnt find the candy cane
I saw you out of the corner of my eye laughing at me
I was so pleased a tradition that will always be
It my be small to you
It means everything to me!

September 10, 1982

These walls have cracked and settled, for many many years

Often I have heard it said, that every wall has ears

I know these walls have witnessed, each joy and tragedy

They know the lies and love, within this family

These walls contain a history in nail holes and glue

In layers of paint and paper, so long ago were new

These walls have worn the marks of artistic tiny hands

Fingerprints and pencil lead, lipstick, dirt, and crayons

These walls have served as shelter for keeping out the rain

They've guarded every smile and frown, well within its frame

These walls have made a home for all who stepped inside

A certain warmth and comfort, laced with so much pride

The cracks have grown wider...one last look around

We say good-bye with sadness as mournful echoes sound

Moms give tender care;
Mom's smiles brightens;

Mom's hugs brings joy;
Mon's love brings comfort;

Mom's ways gives guidance;
Good moms teach values
And make good souls!

Thanks Mom ,
You showed me
How to love !

You enriched
My life!

my son comes by and looks over my shoulder
at his picture on my PC's wallpaper
he analyses it carefully seeing
himself as so young, so innocent
he can't believe he was ever that
young and innocent
(he's twenty now)

life spans before him like the view
from a tollbooth at a suspension bridge
his motor revving a little
he looks at the collector in the booth
then at the long span
over the river of life
ready to ride, he presses the gas,
confidently grips the wheel
and pulls away, the music in his ears

© Goode Guy 2011-08-22

Carved utilitarian shape, varnished with age,
worn, brown wooden spool once a tree, living,
now reduced to only inches - three.
Red fibers wrapped tightly ‘round,
and, in the wrapping to keep together,
both lights and shadows appear,
as fiber twists against fiber to give strength
yielding a texture of roughness
that belies the silky threads.
As they attempt to unravel themselves,
unbound, the thick fibers soften and flow
off the spool in a pool of crimson,
with more than a trace of blue.

Amy picks up the ancient spool of thread
given to her by her mother.
It had once been her grandmother’s, too -
a lifeline connecting them all,
stitching past to present to future.
With mother and grandmother gone,
it’s all she has to do the job of mending
the shirt her husband wants to wear.
Deftly, she pulls the fiber through
the needle’s eye and begins to stitch.
She notices that, unlike her marriage,
the color is a perfect match
and she sews to mend her tattered life.

We fought like cats and dogs as kids,
But made up as we grew.
Yet loved each other all along,
That, at least, we knew.

Though only three years older than,
She thought it made her boss.
But I did not take orders well,
And ev'ry line would cross.

She married young, and not so well,
Divorced then right away.
He used her to get papers so,
Stay in the USA.

Then tragedy struck later on,
Blood vessel in her brain.
Six months in a coma as,
Our mother prayed in vain.

Though over thirty years ago,
It still hurts to the bone.
A fighter to the end, you see,
Was my big sister, Joan.

As I enter the afternoon of life,
I often pause to pay tribute to and to relish special memories…


Kayaking on a gentle African river with my 3-year old daughter,
Reliving the wonder, and awe in her eyes,
Reliving her keen sense of alertness and adventure lighting up her innocent angelic face…
Memories…


Reliving my ten-year old daughter’s first contact lenses,
Witnessing her intent fervency in the eye specialist’s waiting room,
An eager smile dancing on her lips,
A new adventure is about to begin,
And endless love just pouring out of my heart for my little girl…
Memories…


Feeding pigeons in London with my beautiful young wife and only four daughters at the time, two more were destined, two strapped to my wrists and two strapped to hers,
Magical moments, shared intimately with the one you love and with the unfathomably delightful fruits of our love, four round faces, this time up in arms at the indignity of being leashed to parents’ wrists,
But the pigeons slowly thaw the ice and heavy little hearts are soon cavorting around doing air-acrobatics with feathered friends…
Memories…

Collecting sunflowers on a soft Sunday afternoon in a rural African town with the woman soon to be my bride, marveling still that I heard the enchanting ‘yes’ to my question, thus sparing me from petrification of heart,
Proudly watching her lithesome body and nimble fingers plucking sunflowers, dozens and dozens of them, they were splashed everywhere that Tuesday at our wedding, in celebration of the joint life we were about to begin, with their big, open, yellow smiles…
Wow! What a wonderful woman she was,
I still love her deeply, as she smiles at us from her new home, in a dimension unknown to us, but no less real,
Her smiling face renewed again and full of twinkle, as if to say to the cruel cancer that prematurely took her from us:-
“… you did not destroy, you merely raised our consciousness…”
I love you, my heartthrob,
And I miss you soo…
Memories…

Twenty nine year old Susan Vale parked her
car on this cold December morn..
She wrapped her fur coat tightly around her
neck and commenced the one block walk to
the Lee Case office building where she worked
as a Para Legal. For twelve years Susan had braved
this side street of Baltimore often clutching her
pocketbook tightly as she stepped quickly past
side streets where the homeless would huddle
and hold out a hand for spare change..
But until this raw cold morn she had never parted
with even a handful of.change to one of these
losers, a name her office associates had arrogantly
given them..
And why should she? Had not life dealt her a bad
hand? As a child her parents abbanded her to
foster homes and her anger towards God, the world,
and everything in it had kept her soul in chains seeking
some kind of closure, something that could touch the
little girl within..and say, 'Her life had meaning, and that
there was some purpose to her existence..
Today she would take a chance on generosity, on a small
act of kindness..
She reached into her purse and fished out a fistful of
change and pushed the coins into the hand of this
homeless man whose tortured lonely blue eyes could
barely mumble a thank you..
Susan quickly walked away and being a half block
away the homeless man choked with tears cried out,
'Thank you marbles.' Susan frose in her tracks.
Marbles? 'That's what my daddy used to call me when
I was five.
She turned and stared deeply into the eyes of this
broken soul and rushed and knealt holding his
trembling frame to her. Through his choking tears
he throbbed, ' I am your daddy darling.'
And Susan wrapped this cold destroyed man with
her fur coat and half carrying him to the corner
coffee shop she leaned down to whisper in his
ear.
She whispered these words..
She whispered..
Daddy..'I love you.'

Thou has cocooned me with love
All the days of my life
Forever standing with open arms
I would die cradled within
An inviting smile
The familiar sweet floral scent
as I enter thy abode
How I long for this dense fog to lift
Let good health once again be our greatest gift
Alone you will not be
Side by side through it all
As you for me
Let hope and faith guide our way
The strength of our love knows no pain
Begone this suffocating haze
Once again let us see a clear horizon
No one more deserved of a life
Than that whom I'm proud to call mine own
An unbreakable bond spawned from birth
For maternal love is undeniably eternal