Touching The Heart

Monday, April 28, 2008

Angel Of Grace (Mother's Day)..by Theresa Lott

Angel Of Grace Tall And Slender..So Full of Grace You can see it written upon her face A Mother Divine..Full of Wisdom Instilling her LOve..Upon her Children In a crowd her presence can be unspoken All know..She's a Lady! A Heaven's LOve token Wife..Mother..There is no question Her duties are never... Sign in to see full entry.

You're Sweet Music In My Life...by Theresa Lott

You're Sweet Music In My Life You're Sweet Music In My Life You're Every Note and Every Line You're The Melody That Rings Within My Heart There's Been a Few Sad Sad Songs And the Blues have come and Gone But Baby, You're Sweet Music In My Life Sometimes My Timings Wrong But Your LOve Keeps Going On... Sign in to see full entry.

An Angel Flew By...by Theresa Lott

An Angel Flew By a bustle was heard and the air was so light as I caught my breath I saw an angel in flight with a whisk of her wings sheltering me stardust fell glistening free my heartstrings tight playing as she flew Love's own song for me and you the winds they blew uniting links of ecstatic... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

See The Moon...by Theresa Lott

See The Moon MOM To 5 Year Old Son "Joshua" MOM: Son, See the moon? Joshua: Unhuh.. MOM: It is really round like a ball but tonight it is only a half moon. Joshua: But Mom, Do you know why it is a half moon? MOM; Sure, Son! Part of the moon is shaded and it makes it look like some of it is missing.... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 21, 2008

I Must Be Born First...by Theresa Lott

I Must Be Born First Small and Helpless but full of spunk I can hear you talking the good and the junk Don't be fooled and think I'm not alert I can feel your joy and also your hurt When you are down and abuse yourself I feel the pain you also felt How can we break this awful curse Not by me dying... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 14, 2008

The Old Man and His Braying Donkey...by Theresa Lott

The Old Man and His Braying Donkey An older man stooped over from the years of heavy labor leading his braying donkey spotted a carpenter and his little boy at work on the side of the dusty trail Pausing for a moment, he suddenly scoffed "Little boy" what do you think you're making? The Little Boy... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 7, 2008

We Traveled The World

We Traveled The World A Brown weaved Basket Painted flowers Flung Hung on a nail waiting the mailman to come Twice A Day..Walking Load On His Back Letters array In A Leather bag He'd Step On The Porch I Could Hear It Creak I'd Hold The Door Waiting Him To Leave Mama Wrote People around The World... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, April 5, 2008

Mrs Frankle and My Year of Two ..by Theresa Lott

Mrs. Frankle and My Year of Two One day...when I became two, a little dressed up, in a hat of blue, Mamma said, I made a surprise and a big purple ribbon caught my eye. Ripping the ribbon excitingly off, it was even more exciting than I thought. Within a box lied a grownup doll, one my Mom had sewn... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Let There Be Light ..by Theresa Lott

Let There Be Light Brilliant presence of thought..Flows o'er ones Palliative spirit..creating deepness of wisdom..As the Universe unravels secrets yet untold..An awakening of unfathomable being Glory permeates the existence of the soul..Thrusting Light Eternal Holiness of Alpha and Omega "I AM" Wave... Sign in to see full entry.

The Beautiful Damsel ..by Theresa Lott

The Beautiful Damsel Sire! The Damsel... Guilty is she! In her eyes, the fire, it dances and pleads Though on her knees with ranting cries She is full of stories and deranged lies Uninvited, she burst in so cruel Showing ignorance like a damn right fool She was dreaming of you in your high towers On... Sign in to see full entry.

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