It Is In The Darkest Skies That

The Kids Who Speak Well, Are Articulate And Intelligent, Are All Readers.

Could It Be That To Truly Love A Thing Is Not To Desire It, But To Desire Happiness For It?

There Are People Who Come Into Our Lives As Welcome As A Cool Breeze In Summer- And Last About As Long.

I Have Learned That Real Angels Don't Have Gossamer White Robes And Cherubic Skin, They Have Calloused Hands And Smell Of The Days' Sweat.

Dwelling On Him Would Make Him A Bigger Part Of My Life Than I Want Him To Be.