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Mesmerizing, soft sounds it could be
a melody of construction,
      destruction, a flame that flickers
within, it calls out to you.

It paints a clear picture on canvas
thats sometimes unseen
      by the naked eye.
the sun, the moon, even uneven
darkness.

Rainbows appear from its smooth
and unlikely string.
  madness, a sense of artful colors
performs in the mind.

Melodies that mean no harm,
   that touches all of the
       world in a single time and
place, most of all the heart.
Mothers are cool too, because if it
wasn't for her then there would
be no you.

She says no when you want to
hang out after dark. She's the one
who picks you up when you fall
in the park.

When you get sick, mothers stay
up all night. Worrying herself close
to death trying to make you alright.

She washes your clothes, she feed
you. She'll give you her last dime.
She'll come to your defense, when
others treat you unkind.

Never take for granted all the joy
a mother gives. Passing by a last  
dying breathe, just to let you live.

Mothers wear flat shoes because
thru the years they walk a lot of
miles. Doing all that they can
just to make you smile.
My granddaughter told me that her mother "just wasn't cool like me". This really bothered my daughter.
Sometime the world may seem to be
the most cruelest place to be.
Do what you can to change it and
always let your heart be free.

You'll run into roads that seem to lead
to nothing but pain.                                                            ­                        
Remember God promised sunshine
after every season of rain.

Always be aware that there are others
who are less fortunate than you.
Create a pattern of charity in your life
thats completely genuine and true.

Paint a picture of your life with lots of
bright colors and filled with lots of joy.
Hang it on the wall of the world for
all to read, cherish and never destroy.
written by willie jennings for my granddaughter (London). A picture on life.
Granddaddy I'm having the most
difficult time, that's what she said
to me.

I laughed to myself and said to her,
my love what could your problem
possibly be.

Granddaddy I'm cleaning out my
toybox she said. I have to get it
under controll.

I laughed to myself and I just could
not believe. these were the words
of an six year old.

We talked a little while longer and
I assured her that she could conquer
whatever she set out to do.

She giggled with pride and before
she hung up the phone, she said
Granddaddy I love you too.
This telephone call took place on Thanksgiving Day November 24, 2011
Sometimes changes seem unfair
Especially if it seems nobody else
seem to care.

Walking this world going from
place to place, never finding one
to fill the empty space.

Changes sometimes come and
they may surely go, like notes to
a song that nobody know.

This world of ours has falling so
far behind. Maybe we can turn it
around before the end of time.

— The End —