What is it about grandparents that is so lovely?
I'd like to say that grandparents are God's gifts
to children. And if they can but see, hear and
feel what these people have to give, they
can mature at a fast rate. ~Bill Cosby
Monday, March 30, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Re: Happy 6th Birthday Cade
Happy birthday to our dear grandson who couldn't be more loved,
May God bless you our sweet angel,
Especially on this day,
You are our masterpiece that only God can create.
and as the candles, your breathe will blow,
our endless wishes,
like shooting stars, your life forever will glow.
May God bless you today, tomorrow and always
in peace, in health, in happiness and in love.
Love,
Nana and Papa
May God bless you our sweet angel,
Especially on this day,
You are our masterpiece that only God can create.
and as the candles, your breathe will blow,
our endless wishes,
like shooting stars, your life forever will glow.
May God bless you today, tomorrow and always
in peace, in health, in happiness and in love.
Love,
Nana and Papa
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Re: I'm Free
Mom passed away on March 25th at 1 PM.
I'm Free
Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free.
I'm following that path God laid for me.
I took His hand when I heard him call,
I turned my back and left it all.
I could not stay another day,
to laugh, to love, to work or play;
Tasks left undone must stay that way,
I found that peace at the close of day.
If my parting has left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss,
Ah yes, these things I too will miss.
Be not burdened with times of sorrow,
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life's been full, I savored much,
Good times, good friends, a loved one's touch.
Perhaps my time seemed all too brief,
Don't lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift us your hearts and share with me,
God wanted me now; He set me free.
I'm Free
Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free.
I'm following that path God laid for me.
I took His hand when I heard him call,
I turned my back and left it all.
I could not stay another day,
to laugh, to love, to work or play;
Tasks left undone must stay that way,
I found that peace at the close of day.
If my parting has left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss,
Ah yes, these things I too will miss.
Be not burdened with times of sorrow,
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life's been full, I savored much,
Good times, good friends, a loved one's touch.
Perhaps my time seemed all too brief,
Don't lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift us your hearts and share with me,
God wanted me now; He set me free.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Re: Her Hands
This poem is a special tribute to my mom on her 85th birthday
Her hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath.
Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.
Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all.
Her hands were there to brush my hair, or straighten a wayward bow.
Her hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn't always show.
Her hands helped hold the stars in place, and encouraged me to reach.
Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when I captured them at length.
Her hands would also push me, though not down or in harms way.
Her hands would punctuate the words, just do what I say.
Her hands sometimes had to discipline, to help bend this young tree.
Her hands would shape and mold me into all she knew I could be.
Her hands are now twisting with age and years of work,
Her hand now needs my gentle touch to rub away the hurt.
Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
Her hands are the reason I am me.
By Maggie Pitman
Her hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath.
Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.
Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all.
Her hands were there to brush my hair, or straighten a wayward bow.
Her hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn't always show.
Her hands helped hold the stars in place, and encouraged me to reach.
Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when I captured them at length.
Her hands would also push me, though not down or in harms way.
Her hands would punctuate the words, just do what I say.
Her hands sometimes had to discipline, to help bend this young tree.
Her hands would shape and mold me into all she knew I could be.
Her hands are now twisting with age and years of work,
Her hand now needs my gentle touch to rub away the hurt.
Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
Her hands are the reason I am me.
By Maggie Pitman
Monday, March 16, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
My favorite bears
Andrew, Lucy and
Wonder Bear. They
went to school numerous
times during my tenure
as a preschool teacher.
The children loved to hold
them during story time.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Re: Congratulations
Congratulations to our son and
daughter-in-law on the expected
arrival of their baby in October.
We are so excited to be grandparents
again.
daughter-in-law on the expected
arrival of their baby in October.
We are so excited to be grandparents
again.
Re: Parenthood
Touch
by Kathie Davis
Mothers, touch your children,
Fathers, hug them tight,
Let them know you love them
morning, noon, and night.
Put your arms around them,
hold them near to you,
Feel the beating of their hearts,
the life that you made new.
Roll around the floor with them,
tease and laugh and play,
Listen to what they'll tell you,
they have so much to say.
Take time to get to know them,
see the colors in their eyes,
Appreciate that person
that deep inside them lies.
Let them run their fingers through your hair
and down your face,
Fill their hearts with words of praise,
make home their favorite place.
Cuddle with them on the couch
and watch a t.v. show,
Sing with them or share a book
and help their world to grow.
Take a walk into the park,
hold each other's hand,
Smell the flowers, feed the ducks,
build castles in the sand.
Mothers, touch your children,
Fathers, hug them tight,
Show them what a gift they are,
to love them feels so right.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
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