The times when you saw me smile
the moments of sharing hugs...
You may not feel his presence
nor hear his whisper...
People have walked in and out of my life
only a few remain in my heart...
The Angels came on a sunny day
to heaven you went...
Look around
tell me what you see...
A change is coming
I can feel it in my soul...
When colors don't blend well
designs are incorrect...
Where do I begin
so many pages...
Being alone is a choice I've made
after I delt with the pain...
At the end of the show
when all is said and done...
How can I forget the smell of fall
picking apples from high branches...
When looking for a color
I must say...