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 Aug 2013 Kendall K
nate mattson
With dreams comes nightmares , and thoughts come dreams , life is a dream is it not ?  one day you won't wake up , are we even awake ? Is life just one big dream with the ocassional nightmare ? I mean you do make life the way you want it ..... Eventually .... But for now you just keep dreaming thinking everything is fine , untill .... One night you wake up to an old dream , an old memory , a sad memory you thought mabey was gone , s good sleep woken up by a great memory to be shattered into sadness when your eyes meet the day light , is the dream the best part of life , to see what you want what you used to have , love , touch , smell ,or is it the now the new views , people lifestyle , what is better people ask , the response its different , undiscribeable , just different , nothigng is that similar if anything at all new towns , new states , west and east , sunrise to sunset , the thoughts end the dreams , the goals and the memories , the past and the future are what make who you are from yesterday to  today, the past is missed but the now is today so what will my next day bring , who knows but I'm excited for everyday !
 Aug 2013 Kendall K
Hilda
How I yearn to make this a gladsome day
So you may know how much I love thee dear!
Words so difficult for me to portray
How I yearn to make this a gladsome day
Flowing with sunshine through each honeyed ray
May God comfort thy heart from ev'ry fear
How I yearn to make this a gladsome day
So you may know how much I love thee dear!
Dedicated to my dear husband Timothy!
© Hilda July 15, 2013.
 Aug 2013 Kendall K
Hilda
I may not often have the time
To express my gratitude
for all you do for me
Day dissolves into night
leaving words unsaid
while loving hands continue
to knead each loaf of bread
So please forgive me of any wrong
robbing you of thy song
With  the help of God I'll strive to be
A better mother to Marian
and sweeter wife to thee.

**~Hilda~
© Hilda July 23, 2013.
 Aug 2013 Kendall K
Marian
Why they call it Devil's Elbow,
I don't and never will know,
Because this is the most beautiful place I've seen;
It's so beautiful like a dream.
There are fir trees on the cliff behind the lighthouse dear,
Oh I do so love it here,
A light sheen of mist fills the air around the trees;
The sunset reflects on the sand which blows away in the breeze.
The majestic seagulls walk on the shore and fly in the air,
So freely and happily without a care,
Beautiful waves crash against the boulders in motion;
The seagulls sing a song of the ocean.
The beacon's light guides the ships at night,
Oh the beauty of it's light,
On and on the waves crash and flow;
Oh I love Devil's Elbow!

*~Marian~
 Aug 2013 Kendall K
Marian
Beautiful pink azaleas are growing here and there,
A touch of surreal pink fills the forest air,
Tall, tall trees beautifully grow;
Oh I love this forest so!
Patches of light-green grass,
Grow here and there on the forest path,
Sunlight illuminates the air;
Birds are chirping without a care.
God created each azalea with love,
Just as He made the beautiful dove,
Evening sunlight dances in the west;
Shining in the Azalea Forest.

*~Marian~
 Aug 2013 Kendall K
AJ
Son VIII
 Aug 2013 Kendall K
AJ
Today Collin disappeared.
He was not around when I woke up,
He was not around when I got back from picking up my car,
He was not around when I got home from running errands.
I would have called the police,
If there was any such thing as a Casper Alert.
Oh, what a horrid thing to lose a little ghost boy.
Who can help you?
He finally came back at dinner time,
Only because I had made mac n cheese.
He had gone to the park all ******* day long.
Collin is only four,
This is unacceptable.
He had me running ragged.
He is not allowed to go out for three weeks now.
And he is not leaving my sight for those three weeks.
Especially since we are moving Monday.
I have to pack his ghost clothes,
And his little translucent ghost toys.
Dear god, Collin,
You scared me.
Other stories about Collin can be found in the collection "Son", which you can find if you look in the notes down below.
Never Far Away

I wonder what he would say
If he were sitting here today
Would he tell me all the things he's seen
Would he say it was okay

Would we talk about the past we shared
Or of what the future holds
Will he give a glimpse of what's in store
And say he's met the Lord

Will he know how much I miss him
And miss the friendship that he gave
Tell me that although he's gone
He's now in a better place

Will we sit and talk for hours
Maybe write a poem or two
Will he play guitar and sing his songs
And say this one's for you

Will he tell me that he cant stay long
But his journey did not end
That he looks down from up above
To guide me as a friend

Will he say he knows I look for him
He hears the prayers that I say
That he will always be my friend
And he is never far away

In loving honor
of
Edward M. Dixon
This poem written in tears for an old friend of mine who I owe so much. Edward M Dixon, we were friends at a young age and he is so missed. He has written several poems and songs and had an incredible musical talent and voice. I look forward to one day seeing him again and just sitting and listening to him sing. I miss you my friend.
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