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JUST A BIT MIXED UP

Just a line to say I'm living, That I am not among the dead. Though I'm getting more forgetful And more mixed up in the head. For sometimes I can't remember When I stand at the foot of the stairs, If I must go up for something, Or if I've just come down from up there. And before the fridge so often, My poor mind is filled with doubt, Have I just put food away, or Have I come to take something out? And there's time when it's dark out, With my nightcap on my head, I don't know if I'm retiring Or just getting out of my bed. So, if it's my turn to write you, There is no need in getting sore. I may think that I have written; I don't want to be a bore. So remember - I do love you, And I wish that you were here, But now it's nearly mailtime, So, I must say, "Goodbye, Dear." There I stood beside the mailbox With a face so very red; Instead of mailing you my letter I had opened it instead! Author unknown (Submitted by D. Garner)

GOD LOVES YOU

When you were born, He was loving you. When you were growing, He was still loving you. When you were a sinner, He was still loving you. When you were unlovable, He was still loving you. LOVE HIM. by Katrina Edwards

MY FATHER'S GARDEN

On a beautiful sunny day I chanced to take a stroll On a peaceful wooded path. Wild flowers abounded along the path; A squirrel sat chattering in the trees. The soft-eyed doe nibbled leaves With her fawn by her side. Beauty and peace surrounded me; I could feel my Father's gentle caress. Here I could hear his still and quiet voice, As my soul danced with joy. Oh, what a treat to spend the day In my Father's garden. by Carole Schroll