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July 2016

Of Memories Hard to Forget -an original poem

I saw a picture of a place
That seemed as though it were familiar.
Perhaps it was the setting sun
In the scene that stirred the mem’ry
Of the woods behind a house I once shelled
Peas. It was not in my nature
To care for the wonder and/or
beauty of nature. I never did know
Why anyone would bother with
It. But I loved her, and she loved
It. This picture stirs a memory of
A place, but it is not that same place.

When You Love an Angel -an original poem

Today I saw an angel in her heavenly array.
In the glory of her face all the others fade away.

I saw her force a smile, push despair out of her eyes,
And then I saw a joy, a peace, that made her want to cry.

But it wasn’t me or mine that had a part to play,
‘Cept simply be around for her to say “Good day.”

What humbling so needful now, so painfully applied
For in your eyes, my love, I see
There’s no one in your eye.