Grandmother

I will love you forever and for always for you are my dear one. I miss you more than words could ever convey, beautiful Grandmother. So now I say to you, "Via con dios." Together we watch the leaves blow, only this time from different dimensions.

Glow

Comes morning now
Graced with inspiration
Seeds sprinkled tenderly
Tucked about the saturated soil that is my mind.

Dream

God is always present, a wise old loved one tickling our ears, whispering our dreams to us. I inquire all too often it seems, as a dream begins to whither, "Is it too late?" Says He, responding with a tender chuckle, "Child, it is never too late", and then He spins me yet another.

Heavenly Father and Holy Mother, I am forever grateful for your generosity, for your grace, and your mercy, the love and kindness you impart, but most of all I am grateful for the never ending supply of dreams.