There's a constant battle
It's found deep inside...

Standing under the mistletoe
Dreams fulfill my soul...

So many times this old pen
Has written so much...

Heirlooms that's been passed down
I treasure so much...

As we sit and watch the sunset
It embraces and warms the soul...

Many years ago, We were all so young, Didn't see...

The crisp cool winter breeze
Blows softly as snow covers the ground...

This poem was written with a very precious and...
The Sound Of Fire...

When I was a young girl,
My teenage years I recall...

Gift
of love...

Sometimes depression touches us all,
A difficult time in our life...

Sunny my dear friend
Unique and so precious...