My Little One

                                      Little foot steps in the sand,
                                      Little fingers in my hand,

Little smudges on the window,
Little whispers in my ear,
Oh how I miss all those little things about you dear.
Little moments have come and gone.
Little memories is what I have.
Oh how I hope some day that my little one comes back stay.

Morning

Opened my eyes and felt the familiar burn seems with first light, feelings flood in. Its just the beginning of the day and I already look forward to its end. Is this what life is? Is there no charged excitement anymore with the promise that a day may hold?

Missing

Sitting back thinking of those whom I miss most. Family and friends, those who stay in our hearts till the end. Remembering times that have long since past. Those whom I lost way too fast. Heaven holds a few as well. sometimes missing them leaves me feeling empty as hell. Emotions hang in precious tears that I hold back .Not to worry those who might see, if they look back at me. In the end do we get them back, those whom we have lost, In the end will it matter most? Or do we remain a memories ghost....

Thoughts of spring

Today is a beautiful day. Warm southern wind, whispers though open windows. The wind chime melody lofting outside. Birds and insects flutter around. The aroma of fresh cut grass lingers in the air. Spring in middle Tennessee is finally here ;)