Sometimes self sacrifice is a thing where you give something up to get something better in return.

A friend once gave me a black and white photograph of a violin lying on a jumble pile at a garage sale. He asked me to write a poem to go with the photo and here it is.

When all fails: pg. one.

Can you forget the kisses of roses blooming at your door or charming travelers by the wayside? You would have felt beguiled had you asked them about their feeling as I usually do, an experience I wish to share with you in this poem.

The sweetest music ever heard.

Lisa Haley.

This is dedicated to my nephew, Joe Ginem, who fought off a rare bone cancer and now shares his story and talents with all those in order to help others with cancer. His story can be found on the internet. He is a man beyond his years.

Sometimes there is the devil to pay.

The lyric poem you are about to read celebrates the memory of the first touch–best suited for wedding anniversaries. This is specially dedicated to Maude and Petpet.

La Regenta.