TO GRANNY

Though your name is common
To me, you are someone special,
Each thing you say or do,
Is treasured in my heart until needed.

Though each year makes you older,
To me, you are getting younger,
You have helped to make me wiser,
With each bit of wisdom you shared.

Though times are good and bad,
Knew I could always turn and you'll be there,
To share each moment a though I was your own,
Never to shut me out and to teach me the meaning of life.

Though sometimes you may think I don't care,
You could never be more wrong,
For each passing day brings to mind,
Each fleeing moment we share together.

Though time and life will continue,
My love and respect for you will never fade,
For you are the only grandparent; I was blessed to really know,
Just wanted you to know how much happier you have made me.

ROSE IN JANUARY

As I look out my window,
What should catch my eye,
But a red rose blooming this New Year's Day!

A rose of soft deep red petals,
That has endured the autumn,
But symbolizes something far greater.

Just as the rose links spring to winger,
So this day links two years,
But will I live to be so lucky as to have a rose in times of saddness?

GIFT OF LOVE

Love is a fragile, unexplainable gift,
Given to us by our saviour,
As something to be cherished and treasured.

Love is now always as thought,
One-sided or with osbstacles,
There can be more saddness than happiness.

Love is feeling for each other,
Alone, it is like a day without sunshine,
To shine and yet not be seen.

Love is heartbreak and happiness,
To know the real value of love,
One must experince and accept both.

Love is a think line, a narrow strip,
So little between realization and imagination;
One must not lose touch with himself, or disaster looms.

Love is soemthing eternal;
Meant to last a life time;
To not be forgotton, once no longer around.

A SPIDER'S WEB

Spider on the wall
With your web of fine silk
Weaving backward and forward
Until as strong as rope
From our mistakes, our web is made smoother
Until our life is put in order
And as strong and beautiful as the spider's web.

WORN DRESS

Bridal dress, so yellowed with age,
Yet so filled with precious memories,
How many lives you have enhanced,
With memories that will never fade.

Now a heirloom, handed down for ages,
Yet to each seems so new,
Filled with happy times and joy,
With a wonder that will continue to live.

An antique, now so ragged,
Yet has a secret beauty - within itself,
Sewen with while silk and lace,
Which will shine in the wearer's eyes forever.

Though things become antique and old,
To someone, it has a special meaning,
So secret that it is sometimes never known,
Until some single moment recalls the memories, once so dear!