Timothy (my dad), Hilda (my mom),
Weasel, & Sally A Bayan

*~Marian~

I woke up extra early
To pick wildflowers from the meadow
I gathered goldenrods and roses
And picked some baby's breath
I watched the dewdrops scattered
Across the blades of grass
I watched the colors of gold
And lavender infuse the morning sky
I took a piece of baby blue ribbon
And tied it around my flowers
To hold your special bouquet in place
For this is your last bouquet here
And this is your special day

**~Marian~

I sought Him in temples where anthems swell
Stained glass windows and polished sermons suave;
Yet here I knew He did not dwell,
While poor child of dust creeps to his grave.

I sought Him in churches rustic and plain
Eager to drown my heartfelt sorrow,
These mockery so futile and vain
As I searched for a brighter morrow.

In meadow alone, a breeze touched my face
Whispering of days bygone, yet still dear
When life flowed at a leisurely pace
And I felt His presence - O! so near!

Bittersweet weeping of the mourning dove
Awakens me to sad pleading eyes
Shattering my heart with vials of love.
Forsaken man and beast hold God's disguise.

I see Him in each rippling blade of grass
When dew of morn glistens with His tears.
In moaning of wind I hear Him pass
Through aromatic pines and lose all fears.

God does not dwell in temples made with hand,
But speaks to us through each soughing pine.
Proud wealthiest mansions o'er all the land
Mocked by His majestic Hand divine.





**~Hilda~

Everyday is Mother's day,
Sweet, Golden, dear,
Bruises to kiss and cuts to wrap,
And wishes: Hope your day holds cheer;
Helpful ways never asked,
And drooping souls to hurry;
Gifts to open and meals to plan,
There's no time to worry.

But mistakes bloom on to Wisdom,
Waiting grows power,
And love, that was the reason,
Is a wage for each lonely, and sad hour.
And everyday Daddy and Daughter make willful and sweet,
Hastens the time till that great day
When hope and haste meet.

~Marian~

I hope your heart mends soon
May the stars console you
As well as the moon
May God get you through this hard time
May the Fairies dry your tears and kiss your cheek
May God mend your heart
You are so beautiful and meek
May you feel better soon
May you stoop to sniff a rose
And dream beside a creek
And may you dance like the flower that grows
And read beneath a palm tree
May the waves cheer you up
And the sand cool your feet
And with seashells fill your bucket up
Smell the salty breeze
Sit beside the ocean with a glass of lemonade
Watch the palm trees on the shore
Sweetly dancing in the shade
At night watch the silent moon
So may God heal your broken heart in time
Watch the flowers dance and waltz
Listen to the bells that sweetly chime
My deepest sympathies

**~Marian~

I hope you two feel happier
And your tears turn into glitter
That sparkles on the cheeks of Fairies
I hope that the pedal harp will cry out a melody
Just for you
I hope that the Moon smiles down from above at you
And playfully winks when you giggle at him
I hope the Sun smiles so bright that it makes you smile
I hope that dewdrops kiss your cheeks
And rainbows arch in the sky
Just for you
I hope that birds sing happy song
Just for you
I hope your hearts will mend
And you will fly high on wings of gossamer
And that sweet breezes will caress your cheeks and blow your hair
And that creeks flow and waterfalls roar
Just for you
Just for you
Yes, just for you!

*~Marian~