
Chocolate Box
I have to have it!
I cant let go!
I wont give up,
oh don't you know?
Its what I must
and how I need
for that savory moment
I beg and plead.
The box is mine!
I search for foes.
With the coast all clear
nobody knows.
It melts within
sensations linger
each delicious morsel
I must finger.
No one to taunt me
as I set out my chair
to savor the taste
of each chocolate square.
© Pamela L. Serrilla
October 2003
(All Rights Reserved)
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My
Quilt
I
had
this
little
quilt
My
Grandma
made
for
me
She
said
it
was
all
filled
with
love
And
she
gave
it
just
to
me
She
said
when
I
would
use
it
She
would
be
holding
me
tight
So
I
made
sure
I
cuddle
with
it
Each
and
every
night
My
Grandma
always
loved
me
With
all
of
her
heart
But
now
I
feel
kind
of
sad
Because
we
have
to
be
apart
But
I
know
she
is
with
me
Every
time
I
cuddle
in
my
quilt
Because
I
can
feel
her
hugging
Me
oh,
so
tight
Each
and
every
night
©Donna
J.
Kramer
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And
The
Fire
Burns
The fire in my soul
burns for all of those
that have gone on before
and the fire burns.
It is a fire
that cannot be quenched
though many have tried
and many more will die.
Can any one save those that have burned?
There is only one
Only One.
But millions will have burned
because they never learned.
And many more will hear
but never listen
and they will burn.
Copyright © 2003 T. J. Daniels
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A Mother's Hug
''A Mother's Hug''
Without bother or encumber
Rocks her child to peaceful slumber
A mother's hug
Warms the blood & soothes all pain
Drys the tears that drip like rain
A mother's hug
Embraces you when all seems lost
Gives you shelter without cost
A mother's hug
A cradle of love to ease all shaking
Her arms a sanctuary
There's no mistaking
A mother's hug
This token of love one day you will see
Its true the best things in life are FREE!
Debbie Stevens
2003
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To
Bear
Knot
Now
this
is
just
a
silly
tale
I'm
sure
you
will
agree,
but
if
it
makes
you
smile
a
spell,
then
that
sure
pleases
me!
It's
only
just
a
play
on
''pun'',
the
dictionary
shows.
It's
only
for
a
little
fun,
and
this
is
how
it
goes:
''It's
not
easy
to
teach
a
bear
how
to
tie
a
knot.
Although
your
hands
may
be
bare,
the
bear's
paws
are
not.
Just
bear
in
mind,
the
bear's
paws
are
full
of
furry
hair;
this
very
reason
is
because...
he
is
a
grizzly
bear!
For
him,
the
bear,
to
tie
this
knot...
is
more
than
he
can
bear,
because
it's
fingers
he
has
not,
but
claws
to
claw
his
lair.
Now,
here
you
need
to
bear
some
hope
that
the
bear
must
bear
in
mind,
that
to
tie
a
knot
with
rope,
is
not
as
good
as
twine.
To
tie
a
knot
with
string
won't
cope,
the
strands
are
just
too
fine.
So,
you
must
always
bear
in
mind
that
your
bare
hands
cannot:
tie
any
knots
with
fishing
line
if
your
finger
has
a
knot!
And
be
aware
that
the
bear
cannot
bear
in
mind,
that
this
is
all
you
can
bear
with
line
of
any
kind!
So,
why
bother
any
bear
with
tying
knots
at
all?
the
bear
does
not
really
care,
and
on
you,
the
burdens
fall!''
©William
E.
Hardison
copyrights
recorded
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My Brother, My Friend
I miss you my brother, my friend
We were together right ‘til the end.
And we’ll be together again I know
For where you are, I most surely will go.
You were taken from us much too soon,
Far into the Heavens and past the moon.
Yes, you were taken from us, I know not why
But on Angel wings you surely must fly.
As we once watched over each other
We’ll do so surely once again.
For you weren’t just my brother
You were also my very dear friend.
©~Ralph Cotton
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Attic Treasures
In the darkness of the evening,
To an attic filled with dust,
We climbed the spiral staircase,
Turned the doorknob covered with rust.
The door swung slowly open,
Creaky hinges woefully moaned,
As if to speak objections,
Like an old arthritic bone.
We saw the dark formation,
In the recess of the room,
We stood in total silence,
As if, it was a tomb.
But moving bravely forward,
We lit a candle on the shelf,
There before our eyes,
Loomed Grandma's hidden wealth.
We spent hours in the attic,
Reading notes, tucked in some books.
They were memos of her thoughts and hopes.
She must have known we'd take a look!
There were handkerchiefs and jewelry,
Hand-held mirrors made of gold.
Yet none compared to the book I held,
Nor, would the book be sold.
Its value wasn't measured,
By worldly treasures we had viewed,
But by the revelation gleaned,
As we read the verses through.
Weathered pages, from the years long past,
And many times of use,
Drew us back for years to come,
To read the Lord's Good News.
Within that age-old trunk, we found,
Love… for humanity.
Love so great, He gave His Son,
To set the whole world free.
Too, we realized at last,
Just what our grandma gave,
When she left that trunk for us to find,
On this cold and wintry day.
© 2003 Marie Williams
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Remember Me
Remember when I am gone you have to be strong and carry on.
Remember the things I taught you about faith, hope, and love.
Remember to pray and to give thanks to your heavenly Father above.
Remember all the good times and all the fun times we had.
Remember what I told you about my home on the other shore
Where I can be with all my family that have gone on before.
Remember to honor and obey your God,so that you can meet me there to.
Remember that I love you and I hate to go away but this old body
Is tired and I don't want to stay, I want to go home and be with
My Lord I want to see his face and touch his nail scared hands and
Live forever more, in heaven above, where my life will be so grand.
Remember my strong will to live and know that you must carry on.
Remember me with love, laughter, and song.
©Vickie Lynn Howard


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