Introduction.. My brother died this time, day...
This day would be your favorite...
Hmmm
what would you dream of doing tomorrow if tonight...
The more I look back on all the happy times
The easier it is for me to realize...
With sun and moon to mark them all,
8 Sabbath's in the year...
When I was a young girl, my Mom would always sing
Her love of music rubbed off onto me...
There are many things that i never say,
I just forget to mention it everyday...
An infant
2 a.m. feedings...
The curtains close,
it my turn for my act...
* I wrote this when I was on a missions trip last...
I didn’t realize what I was getting myself...
Title: Cookout
Category: Picnic Pleiades...
Fraudly chasing my dreams
Like liar among prophets...
Another year has passed by, yet another birthday...