A deer cautiously twists her ears to a sound in the distance.
Something has caused her to cringe just a little.
She readies herself for flight, should she need to.
She raised her nose high, snorting in the air.
She knew there was fire not far off.
She must alert her fawn !

My precious daughter I wish for you
All of your special dreams come true.
You're all grown up, too fast I'd say,
Protect my child is what I pray.
You've spread your wings and begun to fly
I just can't help it, I start to cry.
Now let me tell you my hope for your future,
And of the things that you must nurture.
Always remember the things I have taught,
I'm sure they will help you believe it or not.
Every day you'll experience something new,
You will understand what I have said is true.
Although you're like sand changed to a pearl,
Forever you will be, "My Little Girl".

Every time I look at you I feel trembly all over.
Whenever you are near I want to touch you.
So, please don't play with my heart.
Let me know where I stand.
I'll be with you or I will leave you alone.
Just don't leave me with false hope.

Each of you are special to me
The friendship you've shared you've given for free.
You never ask for anything back,
But believe me, I do keep track!
So my dear friend I ask you today
To know in my heart I want you to stay.

Through all my life's journeys
and the ups and downs,
The thing that is constant
Is the friends I have found.
You are very special
And unique I must say,
I treasure your friendship
In all sorts of ways.
Although I don't have things to share,
I can give my love
And in my heart I care.
No other people could fill your shoes.
Please accept my friendship
as honest and true.

Did you forget who loves you? I think so !
You should never have done what you did
to someone who cares so much for you.

So...

I'm giving you the time you seem to need to
gather your senses, re-evaluate your priorities,
and realize what you had.

Perhaps if it's meant to be we will merge
our lives with a better understanding.

God gave me the gift of friendship with you.
He made it honest, He made it true.
He expects only that I be fair
And treat you kindly and always care.

A marriage of love is winged.
Never to be shackled by control or jealousy.
Utilize your wings...
as a bird ventures out,
it always comes home
To its next of safety and love.

Morning comes early,
Soon my eyes open,
Only to realize I must push myself
To start another day.
Then I remember you.
So glad you are here.
It give me reason to wake up every morning.

Too soon to know, too late to change.
We're on our way to experience it all.
Be patient and kind. Don't rush me.
I'll not push you.
Together we may just make it !

Treat me with love,
And treat me with care.
I'll stay by your side,
I'll go anywhere.
Pat my head
When I've been good,
And I'll protect you
Like I should.
Feed me and walk me
And play with me too,
I'll be your friend
Reliable and true.

Her hands looks so very old
Veins protruded like sandhills on a desert.
Her dry cracked skin resembled parched clay.
Fingers with nails that barely covered their tips
Dangled from those very hands.
It was obvious this poor soul had lived a harsh and stressful life.

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul.
I think the Hands are the Map to get there.

The sun rises, the birds wake.
The day begins so smoothly.
Appreciate this precious time.
A couple hours into this day,
all becomes jumbled with the rest.
No one has their own thoughts,
Until the next waking day
                  When
For a few hours the world is yours.

Throughout the years I've often wondered
What makes the night, the rain, the thunder?
Who decides rules and all the new trends,
And where have they gone...I mean my good friends?
Fate has a way of drifting in
Bringing back both friends and kin.
If not in flesh in thoughts of mind
Your friendship is my favorite kind.

I wonder if they will remember
Where I live
What I do and
Who I love ?
I wonder if I moved would they
Want to know where I lived
What I was doing
How I am or
Who I loved?
I wonder if I died would they
Want to know
Where I'll be
What, if anything,  I'll be doing
How I am and
Who, if I still love, do I love?
I wonder if this means they think I don't know
Where they are
What they do
Who they are or
Who they love?

Just Wondering ?

When I look into your eyes I see the love we share...for this I thank you.
When you look at my eyes please look deep for my love is within my heart.

We pointed you in a direction that didn't please you.
You traveled your own chosen path.
Then, as we watched,
you turned around and found your way back.
We're proud that you discovered your own way
to our hopes and dreams for you.

I sit down to ponder as my mind starts to wonder
Wandering though paths of the past.
The past, it's no wonder I am here and I wander
While trying to ponder at last !