Monday, April 18, 2016
Tuesday, March 1, 2016
Beginning of a new season
Spring is here before we know. I hope and are excited about
New beginnings. My grandmother, Estelle Pagans used to say new beginnings. Her daffodils would be so yeloow and 1st to
Show up. Now im an adult I have my own daffodils but color is not the same as nannies. I miss her. Everyone does. I would like to say spring is a time of relaxation and carefree
Kindness and joyful and fruits of spirits. Gal 5; 22
I see my Melissa and think of her lovibg kindness
Making ophans look like a mes
We danced and sang to Tina Turner
And I know nannnie loved me and
Cherished out realtionship.
New beginnings. My grandmother, Estelle Pagans used to say new beginnings. Her daffodils would be so yeloow and 1st to
Show up. Now im an adult I have my own daffodils but color is not the same as nannies. I miss her. Everyone does. I would like to say spring is a time of relaxation and carefree
Kindness and joyful and fruits of spirits. Gal 5; 22
I see my Melissa and think of her lovibg kindness
Making ophans look like a mes
We danced and sang to Tina Turner
And I know nannnie loved me and
Cherished out realtionship.
Beginning of new season
Spring is around the corner. My grandmother used to say it was
A new beginning for us. Her daffodils bloomed to see
A sight of yellow wondee. When I see her yellow
It reminds me of me being a little
Girl wanting to play outside again. Now im
An adult I plant my ownand hope for best. She was
My fortress and I long to see her.
My grandfather was a man on his tractor. Mercy is always a sign
Of politics on the horizin.
Melissa and I were playing in sand box and
Woke up parents. We used to always play
Together and turn up Tina Turner and dance at condos.
We loved to love and swim in pool and get pruned
Liked on hands and feet. Iww had a real good childhood
Making everything so light and when it was time yo vote.
We listened and was hopeful. Hope joy patience and Self control. Thats were the fruit of spirit comes in Gal 5:22
A new beginning for us. Her daffodils bloomed to see
A sight of yellow wondee. When I see her yellow
It reminds me of me being a little
Girl wanting to play outside again. Now im
An adult I plant my ownand hope for best. She was
My fortress and I long to see her.
My grandfather was a man on his tractor. Mercy is always a sign
Of politics on the horizin.
Melissa and I were playing in sand box and
Woke up parents. We used to always play
Together and turn up Tina Turner and dance at condos.
We loved to love and swim in pool and get pruned
Liked on hands and feet. Iww had a real good childhood
Making everything so light and when it was time yo vote.
We listened and was hopeful. Hope joy patience and Self control. Thats were the fruit of spirit comes in Gal 5:22
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