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A ray of light from above
Falls softly, upon my love.
The Moon, a pale shade of blue,
Sends all it's love down to you.
Enjoy the moment, while you can
For the life we know but don't understand.

The path, that I once did tread,
covered now with leaves all dead.
A path, both narrow and sometimes wide
we could walk until evening tide.
A path young people could meet,
now muffled with shuffling feet.
A most beautiful ground in the park,
sheltered with tree limbs and trunk bark.
Now on this site, this Winter's day,
no invitation needed, just stay away.

The blanket of wet leaves
lying upon the cold ground,
will nourish all the new growth
that will soon abound.

I am amazed at the tenacity of this plant.
Under the kitchen window, next to the siding.

Moved these under the kitchen window,
Close to the house, for protection.
They have survived Frost
And they still hang on

Our family has propagated this beautiful flowering plant starting with one cultivated by an ancestor a few generations ago. It is now present in our family homes in three different continents where it is admired for the beauty of its flowers and serves to remind us to be thankful for the family connections it represents.

A perennial plant in the Amaryllis family native to Peru. It can be grown indoors in colder climates. The large white, beautiful and delicate flowers grow in a cluster of three to six on a stem about 15 inches long. Learn more.

My thoughts do ramble so
and words are stop or go,
as I write as quick as I can;
Not from fear but rather than
to let out feelings, deep inside.
Some that I won't hide
away from friends and family
but to stay as close as I can be.

No more will I hear
that cry in the night.
No more the pain,
no more the plight,
for time has passed,
as it usually will do.
I long, once more to hear
the sound of your voice,
when you talk to me,
of our dreams on this road to eternity.
Don't go from me.
Don't leave me alone.
Please my dear love,
please stay at home.

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I knew lonely times,
when evening came
and daylight, washed away.
Sadness was a friend of mine,
when cities, dark and grey,
turned their backs, on my loneliness.