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?
A White Rose THE red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose breathes of love; O, the red rose is a falcon, And the white rose is a dove. But I send you a cream-white rosebud With a flush on its petal tips; For the love that is purest and sweetest Has a kiss…
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
and we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
for the children, they mark, and the children, they know,
Be with those who help your being.
Don’t sit with indifferent people, whose breath
comes cold out of their mouths.
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.