Tuesday, April 24, 2018

WCCOA's 2018 Poetry Contest!

 Here are this year's Poetry Contest entries! Please enjoy, and when you're finished reading you may vote for your favorite by Clicking Here!


You are Special

You are so very special.
You are one of a kind.
No one else looks exactly like you.
One like you you’ll not find.

You are so very special
You are one of a kind.
The talents you have are unique.
One like you you’ll not find.

You are so very special.
You are one of a kind.
Created by God to thrive
One like you you’ll not find

You are so very special.
You are one of a kind.
Created by God to thrive.
One like you you’ll not find.

You are so very special.
You are one of a kind
For a unique purpose you were made.
One like you you’ll not find.
Life Goes By Quickly
Oh what a happy day.
A precious baby is born.
Such a long wait it was.
We prayed for you night and morn.

Soon a toddler you became.
You learned to talk and run.
Then off to Preschool you went.
You thought being friends was fun.

Oh my, you’re in High School already!
How fast you have grown.
You’ve added a part time job.
Several lawns you have mown.

Next month you will marry.
Two years down the road,
A sweet baby added.
Your schedule is on full load.

Now you are a grandparent.
That brings joy to your life.
And now retirement is here.
More time for husband and wife.

How quickly your life flies by.
Appreciate each and every day.
Your life is a gift from God.
Take time to work and time to play.




To Evie:

On Valentine’s Day it’s great to say
That “I love you, through and through,”
So let’s keep on for years not few,
Before we bid each other adieu
-and meet anew in God’s venue

Note: Here is the story behind the poem

At home on Valentine’s Day morning, I was wondering how I could sneak a bouquet of pink carnations (my wife’s favorite flower and color) into her law office at a time when she would not be there.  The answer came when-before leaving for work-she said that we would not be lunching together because she had to go off to a luncheon

I bought the bouquet, along with a Valentine’s Day card, and I sat down with pen and paper and composed the above lines of poetry except for the italicized last line.  In my view, the poem appeared fine, meaning it expressed my anticipation of many more happy years of a life together.

Well, that was not my wife’s view.  When I next saw her, upon her arrival home at the end of the day, she had pleasant words of thanks but grim appearance of face….Afterlife!  I had never given it a thought.

Within the hour, our son, Bill, phoned, and the subject of my poem came up.  Between what both of them said about the poem, I concluded that its thoughtfulness was outweighed by it grimness.
While the three of us were still discussing the subject, I grabbed a nearby pencil and scrap paper and composed the last line (to which, after our phone conversation ended, I added “in God’s venue.”).




My Farm in Wood County

My great grandparents came to Wood County,
A place of rich land and bounty
They built a log house for the family to be free
From the wolves, coyotes, and snakes, they see.

The land was rich from the Great Black Swamp soil
Where crops grew tall and good with toil
The corn grew so high that I could not see the sky
And sometimes I felt like I was lost and might die.
Most farmers found oil on their farms and became rich.
This went on until other countries got oil in their niche
Limestone is Wood County was a big boom for us too
Because it has many uses in building that we do.

I have many nice fossils that came in limestone
Some are perfect in their mold.
These fossils are millions of years old,
And have histories of long years ago




A Walk with Our Creator

Have you ever taken a day to enjoy what God has given to you,
And looked around to see if it is really true.
I enjoyed hearing three little birds sing to me one day
As they sat high in a tree. 
I never heard such beauty from little birds before,
As when they sang to me in perfect sounding chord.
When I get older, it seems that I see more of God’s Creation
That has been here all my life waiting for my inspiration

Butterflies of different colors were flying from place to place.
And getting food slowly without a lot of haste.
A Monarch butterfly flew to my hand, and stayed some time
Until she saw a milkweed in it’s very prime.  
Then, a squirrel came to me to get a peanut in my hand.
He looked me over carefully, then grabbed it and ran
What a beautiful day to see God’s world with a bright new light
Where new things are a wonder when we have a different sight.




CHANGE IS COMING

We can run but we can’t hide.
Words have the power to confuse our trusting mind.
Lies, corruption, chaos talk loud and clear.
Faces frozen with fear and uncertainty.
Our faith has been weakened.
Change is coming the truth will be revealed.
We will search for the light consumed by darkness.
Love will bring hope and healing into our aging body.
Races and religions will unite.
We will embrace the light determined to survive and thrive.
Our purpose will be known.




FORGIVENESS

She was young innocent full of life.
The addiction consumed her spirit.
The child no longer existed.
Families shattered with grief.
Denial intensified the anxiety and guilt.
Hopes and dreams a distant memory.
Weeks turned into months.
Months became years.
Her life was spared.
She will never be the beautiful innocent child.
Her future uncertain.
Everyone is affected by addiction.
Life has no guarantees.
Each day is a gift.
Acceptance brings hope and healing.
Miracles happen when love becomes our constant companion.
Forgiveness opens doors to a new conception




The Red Bud Tree

About every morning I sit in my chair thinking, thanking, asking,
When I finally raise my head and see out, again I thank my Heavenly King.
People, houses, cars and sky I see.
Right across my street I see the different seasons of a red bud tree.
Most of the year this is the ugliest tree you have ever seen in all of nature’s law.
Most of the branches are uneven and lean to one side and I think of y chainsaw.
This March day as I sit and ponder and look out my window it is early spring.
A bright sunny day, the red bud is in full bloom and you’ve never seen such a beautiful thing.
Today you don’t notice the odd shaped limbs-only the beautiful red bud crown.
I guess the beauty of these few weeks are the reason the odd shaped red bud was never cut down.
I don’t know the lifespan of a red bud tree, but I know this one is getting pretty old and bent,
I’ll be 81 in June, old and bent, but still hoping to like that old red bud and show some beauty before my life is spent.




My Brother Capt. John W. Cavendish M.D. U.S. Army

I guess he was just one of many keeping our land free from the enemy.
This time it wasn’t just any other, He was my best friend and younger brother.
It was a terrible thing-the Agent Orange and Vietcong
He had been fighting the effects for 35 years long
There was many a night I couldn’t sleep, as I prayed to the Lord for my brother’s kee.
As I stood by his bed holding his hand as he struggled for his breath
I wondered how many Army buddies he had saved from death.
I thanked the Lord when I left the hospital that day, that I had the chance to tell him what I had to say.
About the tenets of a Mason’s profession, brotherly love, relief and truth, just a word
I doubt it was to any Masonic Brother’s surprise that he received the cherished Meritorious Service Award
I never knew anyone whose heart was so big and full of love
I am sure we, and some of his patients felt he was sent to us from above
About his jokes, humor and wit and all his stories of lore
And when you checked your computer there was always one more
He wouldn’t want you to be said, so for the years we had him let us be glad
I hope these words weren’t inappropriate,
I just wanted to tell you about what a wonderful brother I had





Note: I adopted Rico (2 years old) who was a survivor of the three hurricanes (Harvey, Irma, and Maria) after the devastation earlier this year which made him homeless

My Rico From Puerto Rico

He can be a sweetheart
Or he can act the part!
It only takes a moment
To know which phase he’s at:
He can cuddle up and purr at you
Or he might slap at your hand—
It doesn’t take a minute
To see just where you stand!
He has a funny habit
That keeps me on my toes-
By hiding his little trinkets
Most any place he goes!
Still I love my little Rico
No matter what’s his odd-
But he always loves me dearly
While I’m filling his dish with food!




HOPE

Upon hearing wild geese calling season to order;
My eyes so surprised by falling on the greening ground,
Despite the snow, I know now, spring will come.

Upon seeing seeds fall from unfrozen branches brimming,
I eyed a bird that had just cried out a singing that new life was coming,
And not too very soon.

Upon knowing of this unseen, urgent growing,
My soul settled into a constant calming




Sway-Back Mare

Look…
An amazing eastern sky slides slowly across some quiet distant trees,
Gilded against another dawn:
Sights that casually spawn such wonder stills my soul.

Look…
Time’s passed by while revealing distance:
Fields and tree lines and honey-bee hives that scatter throughout.
The high overhead sun shadows my every care,
While I watch an old sway-back mare, so calm, just cropping grass:
M vision’s being blessed by filling this window with county.

Look again…
Slowly, the sun settles
Another day draws dusk along.
Western tree-limbs black,
Back dropped by burning clouds.
Strongly silent, an owl glides past my wondering eyes




The World

The world is such a lovely place
It’s made for all the human race
It’s lovely and grand
From season to season is Mother Nature’s plan
From north to south and east to west
We all enjoy the very best
Mountains and valleys from sea to sea
God made it all for you and me
Following the sun across the world
The rainbow of color that never gets old
Purple, red, yellow, and green
It’s most beautiful you have ever seen
Every season is always changing
Most beautiful in its rearranging




Stars

Stars at night oh, so bright
They twinkle in the night
Oh, so far away they look
Oh, so beautiful as a picture book
The stars we can never count
Which there are quite amount
With the moon to guide the stars
On their merry way to Mars
We start the morning oh, so bright
With the sun shining its light
To enjoy its warmth for the day
The sun shines for us to play




There On The Cross

There on the cross
Sad Jesus looked down
There on the cross
With thorns for a crown

There on the cross
The thief He forgave
There on the cross
His love He displayed

There on the cross
With arms open wide
There on the cross
He suffered and died

There on the cross
Our sin debt was paid
Then down from the cross
In a tomb he was laid

Now empty the cross
From death he was raised
He lives forever
His name should be praised
Still empty the cross
Once dead he now lives
If we accept him
Eternal life he will give




Drew and Daniel

Drew and Daniel-
They are the ones
God chose to be
My grandsons.

They are sweet
And pretty neat!
My heart sighs
For my little guys!

Drew is in school already
Learning fast and steady.
Daniel is just one year old,
Learning, too, so I’m told

Drew sports red, curly hair.
Daniel’s is black and straight.
It feels great
To be grandmother to the brothers.




Grandchild

To expect a grandchild while you’re old and gray,
Has to be one of the most wonderful feelings to come your way.
Just to know that soon you’ll hold,
A bundle of joy more precious than gold.

These thoughts you’ve had a million times before,
When this same event was knocking at your door.
To watch yours grow so healthy and strong,
That you pray for this day to come along.

Now that I hold this beautiful child and look into its eyes,
I can see the resemblance of generation ties.
I can hardly wait for the precious moments we’ll share,
To watch her run and play with the wind in her hair.

And to see him hit a ball so far,
“Oh, my God”, how lucky we are.
To watch them crawl on knees so small,
And when they stand, they stand so tall.

Those little hands that reach for love,
And soft little cheeks, like the wings of a dove.
When we had ours, we thought our lives were complete,
But the sight of our grandchild makes life even more sweet.

So, Mom and Dad, enjoy your baby with that cute little smile,
We thank the good Lord for he gave us a grandchild.




Baby

I opened my eyes today, and saw
A beautiful lady looking down at me.
Her hair was so soft and her smile was such a delight to see.
“I think I’ll call her MOMMY.”

I opened my eyes today, who is that
Handsome man staring down at me?
He looks so proud and as happy as can be.
“I think I’ll call him DADDY.”

I opened my eyes today, there stood
Two strangers smiling at me.
With their hair like silver and their
Smiles so bright, they look so happy.
“I think I’ll call them GRANDPA and GRANNY.”

I opened my eyes today, I can see two little
People not much bigger than me.
One was pointing, the other was touching,
They both were jumping with glee.
“I think I’ll call them BROTHER and SISTER
And let them play with me.”

I opened my eyes today, I see all of these lovely people and wonder how it could be, that I was so very lucky that they chose me.
“I think I’ll call them FAMILY.”




Our Motor Home

1.) Yes we love our Motor Home as we travel all alone
Maps & guide books set the tone
Over back roads we do roam.
Chorus: Yes, we’ll keep travel-in’
Yes, we’ll keep drive-in’
Yes, we’ll keep camp-in’
Till our retirement is
2.) Roads are full & barrels & cone through big cities, past the doe.
Saw the ocean full of foam
And sun-sets help to set the tone
Chorus: Yes, we’ll keep travel-in’
Yes, we’ll keep drive-in’
Yes, we’ll keep  camp-in’
3.) Gas is high, we’ll get a loan,
Prices at camp grounds make us groan
We dig into our wallet-it makes us moan,
We say a little prayer-it helps set the tone.
Chorus: Yes, we’ll keep travel-in’
Yes, we’ll keep drive-in’
Yes, we’ll keep camp-in’
4.) Over the back roads, all alone
On the highway we do roam
Hills & Mts. Make our motor home groan,
We keep drivin’ cuz we’re heading home
Chorus: Yes, we’ll keep travel-in’
Yes, we’ll keep drive-in’
Yes, we’ll keep camp-in’
5.) Oh, we love our Motor Home,
But after 4 months we’re ready for home
Good by highways, it means
Alone
1.) I am so alone-I want to cry
Lots of folks around me so I keep asking why?
No real purpose so I heave a big sigh I’ll adjust to being lonely-I’m not afraid to die
2.) It’s nights like this I feel all alone, my hubby is sleeping, I hear him moan.
He goes to bed early, I still want to roam, May something is saying “Go Home”.
3.) We’ve been gone so long, I can’t even say
Two months, three months, I count each day.
Some months we work & some months we play.
We wonder around & be home in May
4.) We have our ups & we have our downs
More often than not we could go a couple rounds
My hubby gets so serious but then he clowns
Only When he’s sleeping he makes those awful sounds.




Memories

As strangers we came to a faraway land
Silently hoping for a helping hand.
In time we made friends – how nice for us all
And slowly we conquered the language wall.
We helped one another, as we taught 
And never gave “Strangers” another thought.
Later we became citizens of the USA
With good behavior can’t be taken away.
We saved our money and bought some land
To build a house with our own hand.
So far lived 62 years in this beautiful town.
We felt like kings with a beautiful crown.
You do things – two is better than one
And half the time your work is done.
The kids have gotten a good education
More than we had in the “old nation.”
Now they got their own lives and moved away
That leaves this old widow alone each day.
I pray to the Lord: don’t let me forget
The nicest memories I ever had.




DECEMBER

We had some now and none of it remains;
The grass is green and decorations out;
The wind is whipping chimes to ring again;
Our honking geese consider flying South!
Oue fam-ly gath-ring to be at Elaine’s,
And Celia’s birthday, Christmas Eve, with spiral ham.
Dear Fred at Brookdale unit, with Dementia—
Our Patriarch lives in sad absentia.
Joy fills our hearts and melancholy, too.
Remem-bring yuletides of the Long Ago,
When grandkids rode the dappled Hobby Horse,
Painted secretly by my dad for me!
Our blessings are our kids, their partners, too,
Our grandkids keep us in Ohio lives.
May Christmas Love continue to survive
And New Years’ happy futures so to thrive!




I CANNOT SPEAK, PLEASE LISTEN!

I cannot speak, please listen to what I’m trying to say
I lay here staring at nothing for hours everyday.
My body it has failed me, my mind is nearly gone, my hands are tangled beyond use
But inside lift goes on

I cannot speak, please listen, there is still someone here.
A kind word, a gentle touch tell me that you care.
Don’t be afraid to tell me about your day today,
I really can still hear you, please don’t walk away.

I cannot speak, please listen to what I’m trying to say.
There’s still a person deep inside,
Alive in every way


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Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Care Compass Project & A Matter of Balance


Please take a look at these upcoming opportunities! If you are interested and would like to
register, call 1-800-367-4935 or 419-353-5661 to speak to our programs department,
or e-mail programs@wccoa.net.


Friday, April 28, 2017

All Entries to WCCOA's 2017 Poetry Contest "Powerful You"

Below are all of the entries we received for this year's poetry contest "Powerful You." Thank you to everyone who participated, and congratulations to our winners!



Numbers Have Power

By Pattie Brown
*SECOND PLACE WINNER*

When I look in the mirror I see seventy-four staring back at me.
Time seems to move faster with each passing day.
My quick motion has been replaced with a slow pace.
I no longer worry about things I can’t control.
Laughter comes easier when I don’t take life too serious.
I can now laugh when my moth disconnects with my mind.
I see my gray hair, sagging skin, dark spots and wrinkles
as my rewards for living a productive life.
With each passing year I have acquired more understanding,
compassion and patience for who I am.
I wake up each morning grateful I still have the motivation
and discipline to meditate and exercise daily.
As my number increases I will continue to live, give, love
and laugh as long as my journey endures.



My Rose Colored Glasses

By Pattie Brown

When the new report violence, corruption and despair I put
on my rose colored glasses.
My glasses have the power to change the way I look at things.
Wearing a smile everyday increases my energy.
My positive thoughts produce helpful results.
I’m more aware of seeing the good in everything.
I have become less critical and more accepting to the
unconventional occurrences happening every day.
I have faith that changes occurring will produce a united,
Accepting and peaceful world.
Wearing my rose colored glasses allow me to dream big and love more



Bethlehem

By Shelia Damschroder

Years ago God’s Son was born
Jesus our Savior early one morn.
Bethlehem in Pemberville you will find
Men and Women of Faith so kind.
A Senior center so willing to share
Love and Hope by all who are there.
Sharing your fun with a friend
Means Senior Centers will never end.
Knitting, games, food…O so good!
Speakers and Mystery Trips set the mood.
Lonely People who need some love
Will find it here sent from above.
An extended Family you will find
Everyone here so tender and kind.
Thank you Lord for being so true
Thank you Bethlehem for all you do.
Everyone here from different places,
Soon find being here puts smiles on their faces.





Gift of Life

By Nancy Oberhaus

When dark clouds hang low,
I must wait and pray
With trust, the belief I know
God is with me night and day.

He calms the sea
And the turmoil in me,
To share in His glory another day.

He brings peace to my heart
With His everlasting love
And says “we will never part”.

All creation below and above
reflect His joy,
As His children truly enjoy,
God’s Gift of Life, day by day.



Family

By: Marilyn Lott
*FIRST PLACE WINNER*


What’s in Joy????
Who’s Scared????
What’s in Anger????
What’s Fear????
Happiness and friends
Nervous and curious
Screams of tears
Sadness, Confusion????
Thoughts bubbling high
Wonders fill the minds
Cries of a hurt heart
A big bubble of what????
Because in my sisters joy
because
because
But
I see her fun.
My sister is scared
In my brother’s anger
In my cat’s fear
In my sisters joy
I see her cries.
I see red.
I see a dash.
I feel happy.
My sister is scared
In my brother’s anger
In my cat’s fear
In my sisters joy
She feels trapped.
I hear “mom!!!!”
I hear the meow.
I touch her fear.
My sister is scared
In my brother’s anger
In my cat’s fear
In my sisters joy
I touch sister power.
I touch tears.
I touch the scared ball
I taste her love.
My sister is scared
In my brother’s anger
of fluffiness.
In my sisters joy
I hear the butterflies
I feel sad.
In my cat’s fear
I smell that she will always
in her stomach
In my brother’s anger
I taste the love.
Be my sister.
My sister is scared
I smell that in different


I smell
ways


Nervousness!!!!
Will always smell Joy.













Who knows what
What’s happiness???
When you think of love

excitement is????
Joy and love
What do you think

Happy??? Joy???
Playing with friends
of????

Wonders of excitement
because
Sadness, Cuteness

because
In my mom’s happiness
Your Mom or Dad?

In my dad’s excitement
I feel great.
In my love I have my

I see a tractor
In my mom’s happiness
Family.

Waiting for him.
I see a smile.
Who do you love???

In my dad’s excitement
In my mom’s happiness


I hear “Brilliant!”
I touch our relationship.


In my dad’s excitement
In my mom’s happiness


I taste our love.
I smell something good


In my dad’s excitement
baking


I smell we’re
in the oven.


Never going



To be apart.







Remembering Toni

By Julie Gutierrez

This fresh new soul was born.
Full of sunshine, laughter, fun
This precious little one.

Time has passed she struggles
to survive, each day she fights
to stay alive.
This precious, brave child of mine.

The angels came, now we’re
apart.
This precious child, broke my heart.
Remembering Toni I laugh, I cry.
I smile for I will see her in
awhile.
Worry not, my heart will mend
my friend because this life is not
The End.



The Weather

By Leiselotte Sielicki

The common topic of the weather, certainly is nothing new;
And in those recent arctic outbreaks, we found nothing much to do.
To see, to read and also hear, another cold wave will be here.
A hundred warnings we must heed, (for which we all are so in need)
Be careful thawing out those pipes and when you drive, forget those gripes.
Don’t turn the heat up all too far, garage door closed, don’t start the car.
You’re not to over exert yourself, by shoveling too much snow,
Next day that white stuff is still there, it’s got no place else to go.
We all get plenty of exercise, with sleet and cars in tow.
But on that first hot day at 85, we wished we had some snow.
So don’t complain, it does no good. Just take it all in stride.
The fireplace will need some wood. Go out, bring some inside.
How cozy it will soon become, and games or card we are playing.
Weatherman is on again and this is what he’s saying:
“Another storm, but not here yet, the best thing is we go to bed.”



Vacation Preparation

By Lieselotte Sielicki

The father came home, he said: “my dear”, the long awaited vacation is here!
So let me know what you will pack, two suitcases fine, just not a sack.
Then junior cried: “My football too”! Princess replied: “My dolly Sue”.
Mom scratched her head and sat on the bed, what about our dear little pooch?
He’ll miss us a lot, cause he likes to smooch.
Will try to hurry to find a sitter, not to forget his collar with the glitter.
Stop the mail and garbage till then, when we come back, all relaxed and tan.
Should we head for the woods or maybe the beach? Lots of open spaces for the kids to screech.
Also wondering about the weather, should we take coats or just a sweater?
Finally done, we can proceed. Dad watch for cops, don’t go speed.
Safe we arrived at the destination, looking forward to a fun vacation.
Days sure went by, and not so slow, can’t believe where the time did go?
But absolutely it was so nice, like hitting the jackpot with a big prize.
Back home again, that’s really not fair. Relaxing is over, wished we were T H E R E! ! !



Feeling Powerful

By Shelby Hardesty

I realize how much power I have,
When my Grandchild comes to me;
She takes my hand and walks along, or sits upon my knee.
She doesn’t mind that my gait is slow;
Or that I stop to take a rest.
She looks at me with her big blue eyes, and says, “Grandma you’re the beast!”

My power lies, in the time I spend with her,
Influencing her life, and the special things we do.
Love is a very special feeling that can be found most anywhere,
Love power doesn’t weaken or fade away with time;
It’s an inner strength that can be yours or mine.
Our physical strength may weaken and go,
While our spiritual strength continues to grow.

Love power is measured in many ways you see,
Love power has no limit or boundary,
Power changes in our lives as we grow older;
Decisions are made for us, and our responsibilities limited;
Our worth becomes questionable, our minds demented.



THREE QUARTERS

By Larry E. Slaughterbeck

In our small town
She was known as an old maid.
Early in the twentieth century
She was known as the prettiest girl
In our small town.
AS the cascading years followed her youth
Her siblings married and raised families
She cared for her elderly parents and babysat
In our small town.
Every Sunday she would be found in the last row of church
Where she was baptized and confirmed as a child
She would bake beans for funeral dinners
On Sunday mornings arrive as the opening hymn was sung
And every Sunday quietly place three quarters in the offering plate
Leave as the closing hymn was sung.
Adorned in a dress she had sewn and later buried in
In our small town.
Then only last Sunday in the offering place,
Beneath the offering envelopes
Lay three quarters.
The scripture lesson that Sunday spoke of another Sarah.



Be Strong

By Valerie Rowley

When ever things don’t go well,
You disbelieve or disagree,
Feel sad or get mad.
Here is a little Fooey Doll
Hold it firmly, “shake it”, “poke it,” squeeze it”
Wipe your tears with it.
Fooey can take it,
Yell “dog-gone-it,
Take a deep breath, and whisper…
“I’m Strong” ‘I’m Strong”.




Internet Power

By Valerie Rowley

I was powerless when he sent his kisses.
I was powerless when he said sweet words.
I was powerless when he was hurting.
I was powerless when I thought I couldn’t help.
I was powerless when he pulled me under his spell.
I was powerless when I was no longer in control.
I was powerless when I realized he had taken everything I had.
I was powerless when I had to face that he lied.
I was powerless when I realized all the promises were false.
I was powerless when one day there was no repay…
I cried and prayed.

Then I realized, I have the power.
I have the power within and the courage to accept.
I have the power within to overcome.
I have the power within to continue too live.
With God I have the power to be Strong.
I have the power within to say “nothing can fix it”
I have the power to say “I’m so Sorry” Please forgive me.



I Love My Grandma

By Justin Espen


I love you so.
I love my gram.
I love her so much.
I love spending the ight.
I love seeing you each week.
Going to lunch with you is great.
I love to decorate with you so much.
You are the best grandma in the world ever.
Camping with you is so much fun and amazing.
I love when you taught me cleaning and organization.
I love that my grandma that my grandma is very helpful.
My grandma is my inspiration and is my favorite person ever.
I love her.
She is the best.



All My Love

By George M Leslie

“To you alone I send my love.”
“With thy help of him above.”
“When he becomes willing, for us some day,
To become as one, if hard we pray.
Then will take the vows of holy matrimony.
It will be like our first love only.
To us that day may seem quite distant.
But rest assured he’ll be our assistant.
When that marriage license we take out.
It’ll seem as though this world has turned about.
Then up that isle we shall walk.
It makes no difference how people may talk.
Than over that threshold I’ll carry you.
I shall be extremely happy, as I do.
You see my darling, only you I adore
A thousand times, more, than ever before.
Because of your love and kindness that I have had
It makes me feel awfully bad.
That I haven’t given you more of myself.
But simply shoved my love, back on the shelve.
However I have found my mistake
Our love no more, shall shall I forsake.
From our love no more shall we go astray.
If in him we trust and pray.




To Jan

By George M Leslie

Not many years ago today
We decided to run away
The town to us was really new
We were both in a hurry to say I do.
We both worked hard over the years
Through good and bad times and a few tears
We’ve four handsome son’s and finally a beautiful girl
They made life and love something to endure.
They all worked so hard and made us so proud
Through happy days and nights and not a dark cloud.
So that you Jan on this special day
I’m so glad we didn’t hesitate to run away
Sixty years of bliss