Kids are God’s greatest blessing in this world!

You need to take control.

It is no longer fun.

Because million years is not enough to love you…

An open poem to family from young watchful eyes. Written in April of 1982 it still gives hope to those young children who watch all that is going on, yet are powerless to do anything about trouble around them.

Have you ever wondered what life would be like without a “sense” of time?

I remember watching my children sleep when they were tiny babies, especially the first child. I am sure there are other mothers and fathers out there who are guilty of this type of sleep-watching activity. This is a poem about a mother enjoying her time watching baby sleep.

I have grown tired.

I care for you.

A friend in need is a friend indeed.