My Coleboy


The tears flood my eyes as they painfully drop to my lap.

I am crying.

Me and ColeBoy

Me and ColeBoy

November,2001-May 1, 2016

What we have once loved, we can never lose.

It becomes a part of who we are.

Treasured Moments


I have looked into the eyes of a child.

Each time, I find a treasure.

True treasures are hard to find.

But when you do, it’s priceless.

His brilliant eyes.

Pure joy and unconditional love.

MY TREASURE IS FOUND IN ELLIS JOB'S EYES

MY TREASURE IS FOUND IN ELLIS JOB’S EYES

This photo was taken almost two years ago. I remember it as if it were yesterday.

With each unsteady step in the thick of the sand, he came closer to the eye of the camera.

With the ocean behind him, he toddled toward me. He toppled over and felt the sand on his face.

Those big blue eyes. That beautiful unblemished face. That’s all I could see. As if no one else was even around.

I continued to snap the picture.

And this is my treasure.

My past, present and future moments with my grandson and future grandchildren.

The eyes of a child-my Grandson

The eyes of a child-my Grandson

I have looked into the eyes of a child.

Each time, I find a treasure.

True treasures are hard to find.

But when you do, it’s priceless.

His brilliant eyes.

Pure joy and unconditional love.

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my temporary rain


“These are the seasons of emotion

and like the winds they rise and fall…

Upon us all a little rain must fall.”

   -Led Zeppelin

These are my ‘drops of rain’

mingled with my ‘tears of pain’

and thankful it’s ‘only for a season.’

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unsung


 mymoon
Under the moon, he works by night
Another sleeps, for the sun is her light.
Only by chance, would their hearts soon unbeat
And their lives would just stop; so incomplete.
The echoing sound of the raging thunder…
The helpless cries are like no other.
The world knows, they see; they hear.
But ears of wax consume their fear.
Teardrops fall into the great unknown
Another song is left unsung.
Shackled hearts are left to wander
How do we stop the raging thunder?
Oh you singers of the world…
Sing out loud for it to be heard.
So no more tears drop into the great unknown…
So no more songs will be left unsung.

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