She Sleeps with the Angels

She was born on January 1, 2004 and came into my life on February, a little ball of silvery fluff with a gold mask. Her ears were sooo large as to be comical on such a tiny head.  She complained so loudly when the Pet Refuge center person put her in a cardboard carrier box… Read More She Sleeps with the Angels

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Reverie

********************* This old worn out guitarwon’t let me go near as faras that beautiful winking star In the moonlight it seems I’m forever tied to dreams I find you in the morning light And in the moonbeams and the starlight of the night  ****************************** Love and cherished memories  are tied to happy reveries  of the days… Read More Reverie

55 Years and 6 Days

****************************************************** ************************************** Some of you may recognize this.  It’s an annual tradition of mine.  It’s to honor the memory of a time precious to me, and a brief part of my life shared with a beautiful young woman who chose to share her love with me. ********************* At the beginning of December Conversations turned to… Read More 55 Years and 6 Days

~~ September’s Song ~~

******************************************************************* *********************************************** ***************************** There’s a coolness  In the breeze As leaves shower From the trees. Days grow short and Nights grow long As Autumn sings  September’s Song. ***************************** **************

~ Night Dreams ~

******************************************************************************* ********************************************************** Tonight I am far away. I am in another time and space, holding a beautiful young girl in my arms and dancing to the melody of a soft, slow waltz.  She is smiling sweetly.  No words are spoken.  None need be as our hearts are so entwined that each knows instinctively what the… Read More ~ Night Dreams ~

~ Stars ~

*************************************** The night is crystal clear And the slivered moon is bright. Stars wink at me From their place in the heavens tonight. I see your reflection In their eyes ********************************* *************** ******* ***

Prelude to St. Patrick’s Day

************************************************************** *********************************************************** Many sites will tell you that the little trefoil known as the shamrock was once known as “seamróg“, pronounced “Seamroy”, meaning “little clover”. They also mention the fact that it is a very common clover that grows heartily in Ireland. Many agree that the ancient Druids honored it as a sacred plant. The… Read More Prelude to St. Patrick’s Day