(Written by my daughter Gwen)
As it appears on my wall lovingly written and painted with a Butterfly wing and roses hand painted by my daughter on a small canvas. The words are carefully inscribed in white.
I placed the picture lovingly and carefully below her picture.
Her Quote reads:

    Don't spend your life
    wondering if you'll be missed
    spend your life
    being so amazing you don't miss your chance
                             at
                     Living

I hope by sharing this quote it might inspire others.
   Gwen, if you are reading this you inspire me with your beautiful words. Your encouragement to reach for my dreams continually gives me wings especially on rough days and gives me the courage to overcome obstacles that I face in life. I hope that my belief in you gives you wings also.
I love you more than words can adequately express.
  Sincerely your Butterfly mom,

So this is Autumn
Don't make me laugh
I remember a time when autumn was peaceful and calming and not this depressing piece of...
Let me not finish that sentence
I remember a time as a kid when I actually did cannonballs in. a giant pile of leaves decimating someone's hard work
That was kind of evil now that I think about it
I remember a time when i laid in the grass as the wind blew across my chubby cheeks
Yes I do realize I just roasted myself
But my point is this bull crap is not Autumn
Since when has Autumn been so dull and crying nonstop as if it is sad
In fact, I can recollect a single time during Autumn I stayed indoors staring out the window wondering why the sky is leaking this clear mystery fluid
And this is supposed to be Autumn
I can't remember a time I could looked into backyard a saw an entire tree of green leaves in November
And this is supposed to be Autumn
This isn't Autumn
This is a disgrace

The sun lights up the liquid gold leaves
My favorite part of fall is the dying of tree's
Most like the spring, and things coming to life
Guess it gives them hope, and eases their strife
But I see the circle, and the beauty of dying
The letting go and moving on, no more sighing
So I'll sit and watch the beauty unfold
And think about loved ones I lost not so long ago
And hope some day I'll follow in their steps
And witness the beauty in the dying and death

My heart is full of silent screams
Of anger and of pain
My eyes are always filled with tears
Day, after day, after day
My hand reaches out for help
But all that’s there is empty air
So I fall down into darkness
Where no one can hear me wail
I feel like a wild beast
Locked inside a tight cage
I claw and tear at the walls
And show the entire world my rage
I shall never know the bliss
Of silence in my life
All I feel are the wounds
Made by a sharp knife

you make me forget that i have a face, you make me believe that my image in the mirror is deceiving me, yeah you make me believe that i am beyond this scarred skin and i am my bones and my skeleton and my untouchable mind, you love something that you cannot ever touch and is just an idea of existence, you make me feel a feeling or a word that cannot possibly exist where "love" is not good enough, because i am beyond anything of this universe, you make me forget that i have a face, you make me forget that i am sometimes ugly, you make me forget yet make me realize that i am mere human, and it is all okay and it is all oh just so fine and that there is no reason to cry, and that me being here might maybe have some worth in its own time, that i can't find, but you make me feel reassured without a certain doubt that i will always be your time
youknowwhoyouareyouaretheonlyonewhocanreadmymind

Your love
warms my heart
when it feels
torn apart

I can't wait to see you
but you can't wait to see me too

You lay your head in my lap
and look up at me
you kiss me and I go

          Yuck!

because you haven't brushed your teeth
still you have no forefingers
so your forgiven
just to love others you are driven

Except maybe the mailman
for him you disdain
I think in a different world
he caused your species pain

Oh, little jack Russell
some say you need a muzzle
I love your little rough and tumble

my best friend
my jack Russell
Caper

     the baper!

My favorite part about me was you

Shut up!
I do not feel anything nasty, seeing you laugh!
Awful?
Are you kidding me?
No.
Never.
Not even a single time.
Not even for the moment,you blink your beautiful eyes!
I love seeing you laugh.
Obviously it is my favorite.
I always love your  smiling face.
It comes in front of my eyes,whenever I am happy.
And when I am sad?
Yes my dear!
Yes!
That smiling face of yours heals me the best that time.
I always love you.
I love you and your laughter.
That smile on your face is priceless to me.
It is that precious gem ,
that I would love to preserve ,
For the rest of my life!
It is probably the best thing I see in my day and it simply makes my day.
And it makes me whole!
It makes me whole.

Old and stained,
ragged and worn,
with holes and even
unraveled and torn.
Love is like your favorite sweater,
well used and seen all kinds of weather.
After a few years
and several loose threads,
there may be holes that need mending.
Don't get too worried my dear,
as long as the time that you're spending
is carefully piecing the threads back together.
Love is like your favorite sweater.