Not The End
When the dew becomes heavy and the morning chill comes to visit, I sit quietly and soak in the beauty of the love I have sewn,
The sun is not so bold, the days are not so long, the garden is not the same as the summer has known,
Yet, still it holds on until the sting of frost will suck it's last breath,
But surely I know this is not forever death,
For eternity rests in the heart,
Winter prepares for a new start,
Be still my beauties and sleep,
Lie below the cold so deep,
I will wait on you like each year,
Be patient, Spring is near.
-susan
If Walls Could Talk
If walls could talk they would tell a story,
Days gone by, love, tears and glory,
Families, sickness, love and pain,
Sunshine, winter, wind and rain.
If walls could talk I would sit a while,
Listen, cry, giggle and smile
- susan-
Horse in the Sand
Horse in the sand,
Created with stick in hand,
Rider lost, artist found.
Sister's in Kind
My blessings are many and I count them each day,
For these three I'm grateful and often I pray,
That the days will slow so I can just gaze,
Watching them together I offer my praise,
To God the creator who molded each one,
Sisters In Kind, a job perfectly done -susan