mamabe's poems

He whittled in the morning, as he set his pace. With usually a smile upon his face. He loved his children, with heart and soul but grandkids meant more than gold. In my mind I recall, the times we shared Spring or fall. I miss you Grandpa, I'm sorry your gone. My love for you, lives on and on. By... Sign in to see full entry.

Destiny Depends In loneliness I stood, never understanding or feeling good. Being passed by,watching with sympathy, I would cry. Until a light shone through, never again would I make do. Thank you Jesus. For dying for me; so I could live on. Your grace and your mercy, forgave my past. With your love... Sign in to see full entry.