Sunday, January 17, 2010

Look not for me in shattered dreams or in an empty shell,
Nor in a place with name carved- for I am not the as well.
Look inside and you will see we never really part,
I'm free to go where ever I want...I dwell within your heart.
From a poem I wrote several years ago...

In the Arms of Angels...

Harold has gone home...

Waiting, Waiting, Waiting

This man has amazed all the doctors and nurses... They never thought he'd make it this long. The doctor said this morning that today should be it... But then he grinned and said, I know I've said that before...