Always be gentle,
Remember to be kind too,
Start with yourself first!

**~Marian~

Heart so full of love,
Kind love for one another,
Love for yourself too.

**~Marian~

Charity is love,
It is kind to each other,
Charity is kind.

**~Marian~

Wind blowing softly,
Stirring leaves in the tree tops,
Breezes soft and sweet.

**~Marian~

Hidden from our sight,
Because of the cloudy sky,
What a gloomy day!

No birds will sing,
The sun will not shine forth light,
Today is so grey!

So very dismal,
Today is so different,
It is not cheerful!

The sun will not dance,
It won't play it's playful prance,
Nor cast it's sunrays.

*~Marian~

They live near a creek,
Their beauty is a treasure to seek!
Make some fairy friends for they're the best,
They come into your room at night and give you rest.

They sew seams,
The magical seams of your dreams!
They take you to a far away land,
Where the sky is royal blue and beige is the sand.

They will take you to lands far away,
They will show you the sun's ray!
They will show you how to fly,
Up near clouds in the sky so high!

They will help give you wings,
And a beautiful voice that forever sings,
They will sit you on a mushroom;
And show you how to weave beautiful fairy clothes on the magical loom!

They will show you how to dance on the moon and show you how to dance inside the moon's rays,
They will show you how to end the magical days,
The best days of your life;
And they will take you where there is no strife!

Where no one fusses or gets angry,
They will show you how your soul, life, actions, and temper should be,
They will show you how to be sunshine in other people's life;
Instead of making strife.

They will help you love forever,
They won't say a mean word. . . . never,
They will show you what you need to do;
Under the skies of royal blue!*

~Marian~

As I wait for Daddy,
I am always hoping to be awake to greet my little laddie,
To always meet him at the door;
I hope to stay up one hour more!

To be there and him greet,
And at the front door meet,
Each time he leaves the house;
When he comes back I love following him around like a little mouse!!

It is something I have always done,
Even at rising or setting of the sun,
Sometimes it maybe afternoon or night;
To be there when he comes and say a sentence bright!!

*~Marian~

Like a red rose that blooms,
My Mamma doesn't need feather plumes,
All she needs is love;
The everlasting love from above!

She dearer than all Mothers,
Daughters, sisters, and brothers,
For my Mamma is innocent and pure;
She never does anything unless of it she is sure!

*~Marian~