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March 5, 1991
There are things to say. I spend my spare time writing love songs
and love letters to my children. I miss them terribly. The mere
mention of their names wound me. But space of miles cannot cast
me out of their lives, for our love for each other clears all storm
warnings in the danger zones of my memories.
Las Vegas is sometimes a stranger, sometimes a trespasser, yet I
am adrift in its fascination, and I call it home.
I have always had elaborate plans to start journals. I read
beautiful books and compose wonderful thoughts, then put them into
feeble writings, and the voices tell me to go, go on.
I begin to write seriously, only to find the urgings diminishing
and it is once again a fruitless effort.
I feel mistuned to progress, and so I dabble, but only to my beloveds.
Extrordinary things have happened to my family. My faith has been
tested a million times, and I have tested every emotion imaginable.
Someday I shall tell all. I'm sure I contain some strengths even
I cannot imagine. I am a survivor.
Anne
In memory of Jimmy
1993
I wish for yesterdays moments and words then left unsaid
Too late to capture dreams now, long since gone and dead
Why didn't I tell him often of how very much he meant?
Now I have such sad regrets and much time to repent
His love was very tender, his feelings went so deep
It never dawned on me how soon I would cry and weep
We were two by two together, now it's hard to be just one
I couldn't know how quickly his life would be undone
So now at day or night I speak, and to him I reveal
My love, my passions for him, exactly how I feel
I know somewhere he hears me, and understands at best
With love as strong as we had, our marriage passed God's test.
Anne
January 2000
A tape recorder in my hand,
My grandchildrens' request,
"Please sift through all the times you can
And pick out which were best."
Do I speak of younger years;
How difficult they were!
Should I explain the old fears
That still constantly occur?
No! they'll find out on their own
And do the best they know
For as they flourish and are grown
Life's joys will be the show.
So listen kids, just trust your heart;
Replace frowns with some smiles.
Bend, and be a special part
Of life's long, rugged miles.
Then when you reach my age
These words will stand alone.
Your grandma helped to turn a page
Now teach them to your own!
Anne
January 2006
They come in all different sizes and colors,
personalities and backrounds.
Some are controlling, some are outgoing.
Others are meek, and some very sleek.
We start out dependant on them,
and they may end up dependant on us.
There are moms who fulfill all their hopes
and dreams and then there are moms whose
dreams and aspirations are lived through
the lives of their children.
Most moms become grandmas who spoil their
grandchildren. They're allowed to do this
because they were moms already and survived!
Others lose touch with their children and are
very much alone.
Sometimes life is hard and seems very unfair.
Moms die young or in their prime.
Others become old and sickly.
Some go quick and some linger on and on......
Many moms are career moms,
while others labor at home.
Some are great cooks or bakers of cookies,
while others are artists, musicians or
needlepoint masters. We emulate them in
various ways and even pick up habits they'd
rather not pass on.
But no matter what the mom -
they all need love, affection,
prayer and forgiveness.
Young and old, big and small,
rich and poor, they're moms!
May they be as special to us as they are to God.
For in their wombs, we were all fearfully and wonderfully made.
S.U.