During the mid 1950s when I was a kid, my dad worked in a furniture shop at Spadina and Queen in downtown Toronto (Canada).
She led me through the darkest To pursue a better day And if those paths became too rough, She would simply kneel and pray.
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other, That, we still are.
Let every day be Mother’s Day!
Make roses grow along her way
And God asked the feline spirit
Are you ready to come home?
I believe in a second chance
I believe in a life long romance
I believe there is life after death
I now have a stronger resolve to tell those around me how much they mean to me.
We Have A Secret
We have a secret, you and I
that no one else shall know,
for who but I can see you lie
each night in fire glow?
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
“But the spirit remains joined safely in the hands of
Love, until death arrives and takes joined souls to God.
Love is a hauntingly beautiful word.
Its essence flows over all endearing.
Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, April cloudy,
Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;
April soft in flowered languor,