THE VISITOR

In the still of a cold winters night
We sit together in quiet repose
She casts a glow of heavenly light
As she strikes her soft majestic pose

Although she comes to me but once a year
I know beyond a doubt she will come
Her arrival my cause me to shed a tear
Or get so excited my brain starts to hum

She is the thread that weaves through my life
She's always been there through the good and the bad
Somehow her presence helps ease the strife
And when I sit by her, it's impossible to feel sad

We remember the days when I was a child
Her visits were much longer way back then
How we'd play dress up and mama went wild
Draping us in blue baubles and silver chains, so delicate and thin

We speak of old friends and loves gone awry
Of new friends we've made and those that we've lost
The changes we've gone through as the years have passed by
The things we hang on to that should have been tossed

We relive the years since my daughter was born
How they bonded from the very first time that they met
And she assures me there is no reason to mourn
She will visit her too, on that you can bet

And though her stay is much shorter these days
Our time together is so special to me
As long as I'm able I'll find a way
To brighten my life with my Christmas Tree

Buddy

Although Buddy and I had met several times before
I wasn't sure that he'd remember me
Till the day fate put us together once more
and our eyes met and he lit up like a Christmas tree

His arms extended to welcome me in
With no trepidation I headed his way
My heart all aflutter, my face in a grin
He hadn't forgotten! What a wonderful day.

His arms enfolded me in a welcoming hug
And I snuggled right in, so glad to be there
He ran his finger through my hair with slight little tug
As we walked till we found that big empty chair

We settled right in, just him and me one to one
We talked and we laughed ignoring everyone there
And fell in love in that moment midst the chatter and fun
The joy in my heart was almost to much to bear

I sighed as he drew even closer to me
His head on my shoulder his warm breath in my ear
Then it happened, he pooped, all over my knee
His little face crumbled but he shed not a tear

I drew him yet closer and kissed his soft little face
I found him dry clothes and a clean diaper to wear
All the while giving thanks for God's loving grace
And a day I'll remember till the sun doesn't shine and God doesn't care.

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My Book

Some day soon I'll do it, I'll write it all down
In my book
All the joy and the tears, the smiles and the frowns
In my book
I'll share all the romance, and the heartbreak too
In my book
There will be humor and wit, all the things I wanted to do
In my book
I'll have epic adventures and words of wisdom to live by
In my book
The people who stayed in my life and those who just stopped by
In my book
I may tell some secrets, (I have one or two)
In my book
Or I may leave you guessing with a hint as to what, when or who
In my book
Theres so much to tell, so much to share
In my book
Perhaps I'll find someone to listen and care
In my book.......................

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Emma Mae

Sunday has become my favorite day
no work , no chores no errands to run
just time to visit with Emma Mae
to sit and talk, learn and have fun

Although we have just recently met
We felt something, right from the start
Our fates were sealed, our destiny set
A true merging of a heart with a heart

Her clothes are old fashioned and way out of style
Her hair pulled softly back in a bun
Though aged and frail her face crinkles in a smile
and her voice is warm and gentle like the kiss of the sun

She speaks of her beloved Ezra, now long gone
How proud her daddy was to walk her down the aisle
Her beautiful wedding held at the breaking of dawn
While mama cried and sister Hannah smiled

How she loves the spring when the robin sings
wading in the creek under the summer sun
The red, gold and yellow that the autum brings
Winters snow and Oh, all that Christmas fun

when she speaks of her children her face is aglow
weather sharing times of mischeif and pranks
Or reliving the times of unberable woe
she knows she was blessed and forever gives thanks

Her life wasnt remarkable by the standards of today
Just a stay at home mom, a wife and a friend
Doing her best and making her way
a child of god, a link in a chain that does not end

Its Sunday again and I can hardly wait
To visit with Emma Mae
Need to Hurry now, musnt be late
I'll get there early and we'll have all day

This is quite strange, I dont see her there
Perhaps that woman will know
"Pardon me please, Emma Mae is not by her chair
Can you tell me where did she go?"

"Emma who?" she asks, her face all askew
"Emma Mae," I reply in despair
She's been by that chair for the last week or two
And now I don't see her there"

"Oh, the old photo you mean, out by the white wicker chair.
We found that in the attic a long time ago
No one knows who she is, but the frame was quite rare
We sold it ths morning, but to whom I don't know.

"So the next time you stop at that Sunday yard sale
and you find some old photos scattered about
Take a moment to listen with you heart, part the veil
Touch the life of that person with no fear and no doubt

And when my time comes and God calls me home
Keep me close in your heart, part the veil when you're able
Talk to me often, take me with you wherever you roam
So I dont end up, just the unknown old photo on the yard sale table

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