None.

A poem of goodbyes to past, and expecting great things from the new year.

Days go by quickly… treasure them.

The best things this year will be created by You,
a result of both what you do and how you are being.

The numbers on a calendar do not make a year,
and moments in our lives are not marked.
Each come to us as the other -
to see what we make of them,
and what we are made of.

Happy New Years Poem.

Happy New Year for all
I wrote this on new years eve obviously
And here to share of my happy life and love life.

There’s nothing like it in the world…

The Seasons and holidays thoughts of each other.

As do resolutions.

A poem to my sweet little grandbaby who passed away of SIDs on January, one 2010… May God Bless His Soul…